Growing In These Streets

Hmm hmm hmm They praying I don't make it They praying I don't make it Coming from the basement For my 'hittas that ain't make it Never 'gon fold Never 'gon fold Growing in these streets I remember when I was Growing in these streets Did the Crime so we could eat And these Streets ain't for the weak (Pour up) For my 'niggas that been dying in the streets (On us) Praying Praying that we make it Another R.I.P Written on the pavement Candle lights lit Damn they ain't make it Another 'hitta Life taken (Oh) And for my 'hittas that's locked I ain't never 'gon stop Make sure your books stay lit I ain't never off topic Never 'gon fade I ain't never 'gon stop it And if they throwing shade Ima put 'em in the grave And I Ain't never 'gon fold Growing learned How to play the role You know I Stay on ten toes Still alive Still could smell the rose How 'niggas turn they back on me In my own clothes Try to show love But only the fake shows Why these 'niggas faking They praying I ain't make it (Fuck em) Coming to the top I started from the basement Soon as my 'nigga Spent a band on the 'glock They caught him 'slipping He was running from the cops Still screaming fuck 12 'Spinnin on the 'ops Got to post bail Money in the box Mama prayed for me She tried to raise a son Face to face with that gun I tried to change my life around 21 Thank God I made it They tried to take my life But they ain't take it Tried to break my soul but I ain't breaking I did everything for everybody But myself Where was you When I needed help I remember when I was Growing in these streets Did the Crime so we could eat And these Streets ain't for the weak (Pour up) For my 'niggas that been dying in the streets (On us) Praying Praying that we make it Another R.I.P Written on the pavement Candle lights lit Damn they ain't make it Another 'hitta Life taken (Oh) For my 'hittas