Hook: I was raised in the streets so you can’t tell me nothing ’bout surviving Always ready with the hammer steady if you got a problem ’cause you gonna hand the morning got, We don’t send no warning shots, round here. We don’t play around, we don’t play around, We don’t play around, we don’t play around, We don’t play around, we don’t play around I get the bustin’ and dumpin’, you get the dark And you want it nigga ’cause we don’t play around.
See my niggas don’t play no game no, though I’m a voice shit just let that thing go, I know them cups is what I jet, Hodgie dudge em like the rain go, Huh, Gilie got cash you let me know who the fuck the tang go In my hood Gillie move been like at nigga got strikes like the pain go I’ll mixin up let em go, I’m getting them chicks them pring ghost, These niggas... Go, what the fuck do you think I got that thing for, I’m from North fillie ea that grind got that hood that dirt, I hustle hard from the muscle, see a nigga be moving that work, Really got the plies in, take care nigga I despise them You ain’t never shining, kill the moon, let the fuck... Tell them lies in I’m from the streets what you’re gonna tell me about surviving I got that heat 14 years old nigga been riding.
Shit shit, When it comes to the streets Gillie don’t play around, Never had, never will though, My mama, my woman, my kids, my niggas, my figures what I kill for, What you all of my grill for, looking all of my wheel for, Street women in the back ’bout to take em on the school Nigga call em the field go.
I’m looking in the eyes, these haters looking aggravated That I should be congratulated, but these niggas is that I need it, Move to work, death alone, we real niggas, we don’t fuck with y’all Niggas be hatin’ fuck em all Mad ’cause they made em s*ck they all Two year strong hustle hard, When it go to war ’cause it suck me y’all, Feel me bout the... Is the figure can’t you see my charm spot, Are you gonna tell me bout surviving I’m Charles dog.