Lyrics:
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little bro'
In Statesboro and my little 'cause Mark Twain, all my
Folks that hang with
model
From Venezuela
Eyes rolled twice
When she dropped that leather dress
Snooz boi
In the studio like a child with new toys
Take over the world with new
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
(Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony)
Bone (xalot)
Wasteland soldier, these are the days of our lives
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Wasteland soldier, these are the days of our lives
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be
noise? Yeah, the loud stink
Trying to come up from middle class housing
Play this back in ten years, bet the crowd sing
Trying to be me? I suggest you
and a microphone
Studio was far from plush but them lights was on
Couple hunnid thousand stashed at my mama's home
Real estate in Atlanta, but ain't nobody know
On the street, people make things happen
Concrete buildings greet the skyline
People meet by the subway station
Feel the heat from the sidewalk
resume
But it was swept away by the Holy Spirit so what's left to say
I went from being a fornicator deep in my poor behavior
To bringing glory to Jesus my
Man it's hard to be sane when you live a crazy life
Hard to be Normal when you normal life
Especially when you ain't got nothing left
Man this life
from these streets
Anything lead to beef
We resolve in these streets!
Live my life to the fullest
Every song is raw footage of my struggles overcome
I
that back ahh
Balling and dunking ma life is a ball
Rolling for the streets, shooting for the moon
Back in the studio we call it the ghetto
We cooking
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
cherish torture
Protect ya neck neck when you view me
Ain't nobody gonna get defended by Dewey
Deputy Dufus, I'm reckless and ruthless
I dissect humans like
Woo, woo
Yosky-wosky, peesky-weesky
What'cha wanna do-ski?
Nathaniel
Niggas get jacked like Daniel
Somethin' I can't handle
Yo, unkay
Yo,
Woo, woo
Yosky-wosky, peesky-weesky
What'cha wanna do-ski?
Nathaniel
Niggas get jacked like Daniel
Somethin' I can't handle
Yo, unkay
Yo,
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the cradle to the grave
there's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from
ghetto
It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto
Can't explain how I feel growin' up in
Almost A Letter and Cellar Door
A flower from the pavement this ainʼt no metaphor
Two steps forward then itʼs one step back
I was raised by the streets
to live off of oodles and noodles and now I got takeout at Denny's (ooh) (Denny's)
My crib was empty, but now I got plaques and a studio full of some
I'm fine
Just living my days out by the seaside and coming from Croydon Town I'm nice
Hear the sounds of the sea and the seagulls fly
Try harass me for
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
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