Lyrics:
Pimps girls telling me that I'm so Sweet
Valley Hi, South Side way before you need heat
Kids play all day in when light on the street
Kids play all day in
Embrace the rain through your falls when its pouring
I built a castle out the mud that raised me through the storms now I'm on
However you take it don't
gotta be like that?"
I just look them in the eye
And tell 'em "I was raised by bats!"
When I was young I was feeble
And it stung when they pushed me down
So don't try at those same style battle cry
I rock the you-train, the routes that I battle by
I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
No
grou-pies, they jock a lot
Ugly hoes jockin, don't give em no rap
Sack ?? or not, cause my posse's strapped
Don't deny us, the flyest guys in town
Punks,
18, just like momma made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
I'm on 18, always on 18
1800, born on the same street
I'm so 18, just like momma
Cats get served, running up sliced
Every single night and that the way we keep it right
Like that fuckers... (YEAH)
I'm just trickin though,
my posse and the suckers started backin'
Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat
Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat
People wonder
Scared straight, the one that you hate
With pervs all be stepping with weapons
That keep my nerves on total destruction
The wrong one to be fucking
you thought? I was raised by this street shit
Dont take my kindness for weakness
Ima grind hard, go harder than you seen bitch
Self made boss so i get
When I pull up at the front you know top heavy
Got wheels down to the floor you can't posses me
Got loose all through the day my lifestyle petty
She
it hell for us
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let em play me for
I was born with a shotgun in my hand
I was raised up by a redneck old man
Country living small town raised
I was born I was born in the usa
I was
raised, go by chico
Ya tu sabes la que hay, Puerto Rico
Not gon' fold or drop names, that's on Street Flow
Latin nigga, ima different kinda king tho
From
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
something that you remember
I remember back in elementary we sketchin comics
Now we sketchin' words don't remember asking for your comments
I'm inspired by
known that I don't play
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess
boy!
Dope boy wit' a guitar
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay
But that's OK, yea, that's alright! ya
I'm
to the next city
Riding wit' the dope boy!
Dope boy wit' a guitar
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay
But that's
Intro:
Ya I like the way that sounds, let it ride boys
Yo Austin why don't you tell em why us Montana boys are the way we are
Chorus:
Cause I was
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
by the streets I don't know about you
I don't know abboout you,
Trynna hit a lick cuz I got too,
Ain't shit changed but the money made
I was raised by
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