Lyrics:
of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you
give me top bitch, Lil JJ the topic
Cheated on my fucking bitch my bitch, yea I'm toxic
In West Detroit I was born and raised, on the playground is where
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
life
It ain't no cap
I was born in the wild
Where them killers at
I be on the same table with em shooters
Killers
Raised in a hood full of murders
from Magnolia
I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me
My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only
I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no
Born to the jungle (Jungle)
Where the streets keep you humble (Humble)
You get raised by the struggle
Taught to go hustle (Hustle)
Don't flex
Born and raised
Locks of brown and streaks of gray
I was brought up in brighter days
It’s good to say
Now I’m born and raised
Born and raised
In
huh)
Buy back the block get it by any means
(That’s real)
Used to rap by the train back before they had streams
Soldier at war in these boots
I was, you know I was born in this shit, not sworn in this shit
And, I also got my heart torn in this shit
You'd think, I just guess that come with
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
Had 2 solids just like me
She was only 15, body like she 23
Was it love at first sight?
It sure felt like it that to me
First time we sexed, Boosie
Wallabees, smiles as he dons the
Weighty necklace it jibes with the new
Rolex on his left wrist
The Cartier Juste Un Clou
Bracelet on his right in a bit, he'll
Illinois
Raised in Atlanta, tote hammer since I was a little boy
Ain't nobody like me, so they wanna bite me
Fight me, step to me now but it ain't likely
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
raised in the modern age
And made to be a slave
I was born in another era
I was born in another era
I was born in another era
And raised to be a king
I
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
brother that's up on reality
'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping
If you're born and raised in Compton
(Born and raised)
(Born and raised
raised like this no how fucked up it get gotta hold shit down
I was born in this shit niggaz thinking it’s glamorous want to get jumped in
I was raised in
hold no gun
Yeah, ay’
I don’t really care about the things that people say (I don’t)
Mane I raised by the way that you should pay now then go play
She throwing ass like she clocking in for work time
Fuck and then I kick her out to the curbside
Born by the river I was shaking that ass
Bend it over
on runnin' with it
Yea I got soul
I was brought up by colored women
Shouts-out to queens that was
Raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside
what I'm saying it's Trademarc
Quad-b
Big block bizness boys
Where you from nigga
Detroit city
Detroit city
Detroit city
Born and raised I'm from
the gun die by the gun
Ya kinda had that coming
He was born with drugs up in his veins
Because his momma was addicted to cocaine
A beast on the court
my own I'll do it by my damn self
I bet I got em listening so if I ever ran I wasn't a man in the first place
Hold on Boosie wipe me down, im in it
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