ALONE IN THE STREETS
Raised in the projects raised off the beats
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone
Swallow my pride and show em how a real hustler eat
Get rich or die trying cost of living ain't cheap
On the 7th floor I could smell the smoke next door we was living poor
Posters of a Porsche on my wall I had dreams no nightmares
Here we don't fight dare
Seen him get shot and the killer stood right there
Once they take your bike you gotta get it back
If he older than you, you better get a strap
Or hit em with a brick show em all you with the shit
Cause you don't be wanna be labeled a snitch or a Vic
Streets gonna show you everything you need to see
Up to you to turn into what you wanna be
Raised in the projects raised off the beats
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone in these streets
Raised in the projects raised off the beats
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone in these streets
Pressure bust pipes
My wrist covered in crushed ice
You see the pain in my eyes from a rough life
Tough times don't last but tough people do
That's what my uncle wrote me first kite outta SHU
We got a lot to do with not a lot to lose
They got a lot to say with a lot to prove
I stared at popcorn ceilings my stomach touching my back
With nothing to eat I swallowed my feelings
Got up off my back pockets
Now we back popping Red stood by my side now we stack profits
Show you how to cook it up you got Google look me up
It's the BIG UFO Eastside here we go
Raised in the projects raised off the beats
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone in these streets
Raised in the projects raised off the beats
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone in these streets
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone
Swallow my pride and show em how a real hustler eat
Get rich or die trying cost of living ain't cheap
On the 7th floor I could smell the smoke next door we was living poor
Posters of a Porsche on my wall I had dreams no nightmares
Here we don't fight dare
Seen him get shot and the killer stood right there
Once they take your bike you gotta get it back
If he older than you, you better get a strap
Or hit em with a brick show em all you with the shit
Cause you don't be wanna be labeled a snitch or a Vic
Streets gonna show you everything you need to see
Up to you to turn into what you wanna be
Raised in the projects raised off the beats
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone in these streets
Raised in the projects raised off the beats
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone in these streets
Pressure bust pipes
My wrist covered in crushed ice
You see the pain in my eyes from a rough life
Tough times don't last but tough people do
That's what my uncle wrote me first kite outta SHU
We got a lot to do with not a lot to lose
They got a lot to say with a lot to prove
I stared at popcorn ceilings my stomach touching my back
With nothing to eat I swallowed my feelings
Got up off my back pockets
Now we back popping Red stood by my side now we stack profits
Show you how to cook it up you got Google look me up
It's the BIG UFO Eastside here we go
Raised in the projects raised off the beats
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone in these streets
Raised in the projects raised off the beats
A boy with his headphones alone in these streets
Raised by my grandmother not to be weak
When she died is when I felt all alone in these streets
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony N Ortiz, Nicolas Donati
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