Poverty

[Hook]
I was raised in poverty
I had my back against the wall
You see the streets made me
And I know some of ya'll didn't make it
(?)

[Verse 1: Neef Buck]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, aye
They're at your kids school, nigga you don't pay
I don't know why the hell you took something you couldn't move
Either the streets, a 9 to 5, it's too late to choose
Can't ask your homies for advice because they're all confused
And they said it's on sight, you best to get a tool
Don't know what the fuck you thought, the streets got rules
Then you go trickin' on them bitches; not cool
It' goes down in my town, a man of my word
And the law don't give a fuck until you're on a curve
White sheet, no Ambulance
About them grams, they lay you where you stand
D-Boyz, got shooters though, on their pay roll
Moving when they say so
No gun to your head, nobody made you take it
Still, your peeps gotta move your body
Naked, naked

[Hook]
I was raised in poverty
I had my back against the wall
You see the streets made me
And I know some of ya'll didn't make it
(?)

[Verse 2: Neef Buck]
Sometimes, a good child can choose the wrong road
Get questioned bout a homicide and then it unfolds
Telling them shit that they ain't even ask you
Turned yourself in, they ain't have to come get you
Let your lawyer talk, just keep your mouth closed
Stand tall nigga, I know that cell cold
I been in your shoes and I've been in your place
And they're just putting shit together, they ain't got a case
Just keep your head high and your ears open
They say that pressure bust pipes, you gotta stay focused
Can't take nothing to the grave but your name
Robbery went bad over some cocaine
You was the driver, why the hell you bother?
Born with a silver spoon; peeps got dollars
Running around with some niggas' that ain't your kind
You can do the crime, but can't do the time

[Hook]
I was raised in poverty
I had my back against the wall
You see the streets made me
And I know some of ya'll didn't make it
(?)