Street Made lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah
Jheeze
Yeah-yeah

[Verse 1: Scarface & Freddie Gibbs]
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 motherf*cking hands up
This ain't no jack move, n*gga, 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 n*ggas ain't playing, they come to find him
Now let the streetlights blind him, staring at his eyеs wide shut
The way they did it was f*ckеd 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 sh*t 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)
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
I'm what the streets made, street raised
Mobbing through L.A., f*cking with Bs and them Cs
Stuck in the D game
I got different flavors of dope like n*ggas got weed strains
Wait 'til the rigor mortis set in, that n*gga freeze frame
My blow came on a tugboat, fentanyl got 'em comatose
Gotta watch it these days, they can trace it back when a n*gga overdose
Took his ass on a tour, when it came to rap, he was just a local ho
Space rappin', n*gga worldwide, shows sold out on both coasts
n*gga cold as sh*t
We jack these rappers while they out shoppin'
"n*gga, let me hold that sh*t"
Maybe if your jewelry wasn't so blurry
n*gga coulda sold that sh*t
n*gga came eight deep and they still couldn't kill me
That was some ho ass sh*t
They done forced my hand, I done made my plan, n*gga
Ready for the blowback, b*tch, gremlin like Kodak, b*tch
Had to bust that pipe then I swipe that barrel out then I sold that sh*t
I di*k her down, she got potential then I might mold that b*tch
And I better not ever get prosecuted for nothing I told that b*tch, n*gga

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Jheeze, sh*t