Streets Fuckin Made Me

1,2 hitin it back, hang with ma crew, all hands on deck

I Don't give a fuck, every day we smokin on puff

Times are goin tough, nothin is enough

Every weekend we smokin on grass, PASS - PASS , n your face is off glass

This is the life of a common MC, hit to the one , two n the three

Yeah it's me with KT's finest, better put ya head down when you walking by is

And i might seem crazy, but the streets fuckin made me

I had a common teen dream up by my scheme

Average unemployed , dropped at sixteen

Bitches always took advantage, now they goin need a bandage

Shit sound savage. I used to hate myself , got on with noone else

That shit was daily, but the streets fuckin made me.

Never sold a drug in my life, but i take more than hoes take crackpipes

Yeah i might be a pothead, always in ma bed

But i cut all ma loose threads. Once upon a time i made a mistake

N just like that i was betrayed, by Two Faced pricks

And i will never forget what they done, shit hurt like the shot of a gun

The Madness has just begun.

BOOM, BOOM, POW n a fell to the ground, deathblow

From my so called "Family" Yo. The game has changed

All these cunts stirrin like loose change, never will be the same

Kickin to the Winey, on a Friday to get shit faced , take the pain all away

Your in the last, while in First place, street bait is what you are

Anymore n you'll be missing by afar, so dark

Listening to your dog bark, while your dragged away

Hidden location and that was the last date

Don't fuck with ma beats, i originated from the streets

Taught me more than education , enough slayin to feed a fuckin nation

Vacations all the time, because i get paid to rhyme

I learned right to wrong, afterwards smokin on bongs + cheesy buckets

Enough to put you out the game in the passin minutes, time ta make a

Difference. Because We all have opinions...

I've been through good times and bad, the only thing missin was my Dad

Mr no name , bitch was lame, what was goin through his brain?

But now i have fame, that shit is tame.

The streets is ma home, yet the crew are ma family

Chillin in a place we all get along in.

Relate to real life problems, this shit will go up in volume's

When i was kicked out my gaff, the homeboys would always help me laugh

N last , on weekends drinkin on buckfast, real tonic

Roll up a fat one, smokin on the chronic

My head maybe lazy, but the streets fuckin made me

All i see is my goal, never been to prison, don't plan on it no

If it wasn't for ma cousin , then i Wouldn't be blazin

Shout out to (shires finest) always knows how to blast it

P A S S this shits good, yet my life is a mess

Not the best, need a ticket to another planet.

Yet when i lost faith, my brothers were there to keep me safe

And that's how the games played

Yeah i've been laid by my Ex fuck a bitch

All she was is a fuckin snitch, two timing, riot of a human

Tesco valued bleach, to put all over her, preach.

I used to care but now i guess not, must be a sign of loosing the plot

Got some good weed, best from Scott OG. Or Baby G

I've been so far, yet i remember nothing, blow

All we need is love & respect, no neglect

Everybody deserves a chance, FUCK romance, shits a dance

All over blocks, family sellin rocks, so they get cash for more prop

Non-stop life is amazing , until it fuckin drops.

That is the story of a homeboy Bible

Got inspired, cousin was the role model

Tanning Another bottle, can't get home, just need to woddle

That is my experience from the past

The streets is a game that won't last

Chases of the police daily , jailbait to a point its crazy

Now i have opportunites, but the S life is always a possibility

Hangin with youngers fur reputation

Helps with new conversations, new girls to get about in

Snortin lines n pullin nines, roll on the good times, Yessi

But yet everything thats happenned see

The Streets fuckin made me.