Letra de ' Street Made (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Scarface) ' de Dj Muggs

Yeah
Jheeze
Yeah-yeah

I'm what the streets made, street raised
Representing for the homies on lock, the six-feet grave
And these days it's a must you stay solid
The rules you should follow is eat or you get swallowed, homie
Now stand up, put your motherfucking hands up
This ain't no Jack move, nigga, pull your pants up
And man up, you out here looking like a dancer
Jo Jo, shooting at children, and that's a no-no
You up the 4-4, you better be ready for what's behind it
These niggas ain't playing, they come to find him
Now let the streetlights blind him, staring at his eyes wide shut
The way they did it was fucked up
But that's how it goes, one minute, you ten toes
And the next, you hear a pop and you bleeding and out cold
These youngsters amongst us thinking they 'bout to punk us
And don't realize that we the ones that got shit crunk up
If you a father then you raise your son
If you a momma, pray those days don't come
Death is permanent, ain't no coming back from that
You ain't the only one walking 'round strapped, in fact
They got guns everywhere you look
A potential killer lurks in every hand you shook
Yo, we did it for dope and the dollar signs
You did it for likes all on your lies, surprise (Uh, yeah)

I'm what the streets made, street raised
Mobbing through LA, fucking with Bs and them Cs
Stuck in the D game
I got different flavors of dope like niggas got weed strains
Wait till the rigor mortis set in, that nigga freeze frame
My blow came on a tugboat, fentanyl got 'em comatose
Gotta watch it these days, they can trace it back when a nigga overdose
Took his ass on a tour, when it came to rap, he was just a local ho
Space rappin', nigga worldwide, shows sold out on both coasts
Nigga cold as shit
We Jack these rappers while they out shoppin'
Nigga, let me hold that shit
Maybe if your jewelry wasn't so blurry
Nigga coulda sold that shit
Nigga came eight deep and they still couldn't kill me
That was some ho ass shit
They done forced my hand, I done made my plan, nigga
Ready for the blowback, bitch, gremlin like Kodak, bitch
Had to bust that pipe then I swipe that barrel out then I sold that shit
I dick her down, she got potential then I might mold that bitch
And I better not ever get prosecuted for nothing I told that bitch, nigga

Yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Jheeze, shit