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