T-PainStreets Saved Me

[Verse: t-pain] One day I woke up and everything around me was broke up Family couldn't handle me so I go smoke up And go right back at sleeping dream about bringing my folk up Without the chocker, oh oh Was I even ready for the hand I was dealt Was I even ready to the man that I be felt Tryin' to get on my grind let me tighten in my belt Spit this shit from my heart make the microphone melt I grew up in the area where ain't nobody scared of ya But when you hit the club niggas watch and niggas scared as fuck Don't nobody wanna be here but they ain't got no choice And er'body wanna be heard without a voice If you don't speak up I can't hear over these speakers I did what I had to do and I'm rocking double rolls royce But I wouldn't have it if it wasn't for the streets And these motherfucking beats [Hook:] Man I've been handling for too long I miss my city And all the motherfuckers that used to be cool with me I was born and raised Made in pain, lost in the game, insane In the streets dollar after dollar I'm spending I never can forget out the beginning 'Cause nigga I was born and raised Made in pain, lost in the game, insane In the streets [Verse: young cash] I never worked a 9 to 5 what do it feel like I run these streets getting money crutching that street tight shit So listen close 'cause all I tell is the ghetto stories 'Cause niggas die for nothing so that stick is mandatory 'Cause in the projects is no love, no heat no rub Ain't tryin' to be doctor and no lawyers just more thugs And they ain't tryin' to buy the kids books just more drugs Tell them their future ain't right, they be like "so what?" But who am I to try to point the finger 'Cause I done sold everything under the sun that y'all niggers can think of And no regret all because the streets saved me But lord knows this ain't the road that my mama paved me You get tired of looking over your shoulder You get tired of your mama crying over and over You gotta take the bad with the good though Yeah I made it out, but I'm still in the hood though [Hook x2] Man I've been handling for too long I miss my city And all the motherfuckers that used to be cool with me I was born and raised Made in pain, lost in the game, insane In the streets dollar after dollar I'm spending I never can forget out the beginning 'Cause nigga I was born and raised Made in pain, lost in the game, insane In the streets
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