Product of the Streets (feat. Finesse Dutch)

A nigga is a product of the streets
A nigga is a product of the streets
A nigga is a product of the streets
A nigga is a product of the

Ever see two guns flash and show a silhouette
You a survivor nigga Where the fuck you at
My cash usually on the card rarely bust a check
It's usually galaxies or above the knees I'm getting wet
Niggaz grab the strap for emergencies all for the set
Big homies get RIP's The homie wanted next
That power trip have you paranoid and cutting necks
A cutthroat is what they call you Accept it no sorrow
Many lives were stolen Only a few borrowed
All my rounds hollow I'm not talking balloons
I'm talking clearing the room My gang the legion of doom
We ain't tryna be rude Just breaking the rules
We flipped doom then we made it a mood
Not even a heatwave can fuck up the cool
Yeah we making money But I don't fuck with them dudes
Get too buddy-buddy and they start telling on you
They said god only protect babies and fools
What do you say when a nigga smart's float in the pool
Like a mob hit bome home in a mosh pit
Get murdered for your gossip
Silence the only prophet
You a snitch and you still doing time you a 6ix9ine
I did it on my own without a cosign
From the work to a G-ride
Locs held by a knee high
We brick city niggaz till we die
South side

I've been slangin' I've been bangin'
I've been caught up in these streets
I've done shed blood rollin with the thugs
That's why I can't get no peace
It's all about survival I had to adapt
Many lost their lives cause they didn't have a strap
It's always eye for an eye yeah that's a fact
If we left somebody alive we double back
I'm what the streets done made me

And we getting it in When the police leave
Then you know we spinnin' again
Run this money to the ceiling then I spend it again
Man I do this for my niggaz that's still in the pen
He on his last strike Baby mama home she on her last white
Had to fuck the old man from upstairs last night
She a lost soul can't get her life out this dark hole
Streets ain't nothing but black hearts and lost souls
Rest in peace to all my niggaz that's at the crossroads
Watch the way my shit hit a million soon as it uploads
These niggaz ain't fighting no more they wanna up poles
Four-Five right in his face seeing it up close
I'm the upmost rawest nigga
Smoking all this loud like a forest nigga
Four-Five but it ain't the taurus nigga
Bullets that'll flip a motherfucking rhinoceros nigga

I've been slangin' I've been bangin'
I've been caught up in these streets
I've done shed blood rollin with the thugs
That's why I can't get no peace
It's all about survival I had to adapt
Many lost their lives cause they didn't have a strap
It's always eye for an eye yeah that's a fact
If we left somebody alive we double back
I'm what the streets done made me

A nigga is a product of the streets
A nigga is a product of the streets
A nigga is a product of the streets
A nigga is a product of the streets