Product of the Streets ft. Finesse Dutch Lyrics

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