Raised Like That

(album: Federal Reloaded - 2016)

Young Swerve, Young Swerve, Young Swerve
It didn't have to happen, such a tragedy
But you weren't raised like that, you know what I'm sayin?
Yeah

Okay, okay, producer (deuce), I'm in Dolce, yeah Gabbana (fresh)
I knew one day I would pop off like the top on the rosé, yeah the bottle
Oh he'd blessed a nigga with some knowledge (blessed), I was raised to go and get paid (yeah)
Serving J's for the Michael J's (what), what bitches do for money, you would be amazed (woo)
Perfected my craft for the ones that I love (the ones that I love)
And put my time in nothing that I can't get nothing out of (I swear)
Oh you thought I did this for the one of it, nah (nigga, nah)
Nigga plays John man (John man), and we fly as hell, Aladdin (I'm French)
One phone call that's tragic (woo), had the bulls laying on you like a pellet (wow)
Had to put the B on, she come from a good home, got out on her own, shit start to go wrong (wrong)
Got with a nigga with nothing friends calling her stupid (stupid), he'll sex wit her fame, and fucking all his groupies (damn)
Now she feel bad 'cause she was in love (damn), then she get high, and now she on drugs (woo)
Pulling tricks and wearing makeup, found out shit easy to get into, hard to get out of

You weren't raised like that (look)
Hate it had to happen (hate it had to happen)
Heard he gave it to ya in broad day (fuck that)
Damn, what a tragedy (that was your crime)
You weren't raised like that (you weren't raised, tho)
Man, who turnt you out? (Man, who turnt you out?)
Momma got tired of you booking her (she do)
So she put your ass out (right out)
You weren't raised like that (I swear)
You come from a good home (you come from a good family)
Now you run around fucking the city (damn)
What kind of shit is you on? (Answer that)
You weren't raised like that (yah)
You was a good girl (You was a good girl)
Popping pills, fucking for deals (yeah)
Fucking up your world (damn, damn)

Told you I'd make it happen (I did), way, way before the rapping (I told ya)
See my money often had my fingers crossed (crossed), praying I received the packages (I promise)
Yeah, I love you with a passion (I love you), but I wasn't thinking about marriage (I wasn't)
You chasing love and I'm chasing dreams, we didn't worked out, I really hated that (no)
Two homies gone in two months (damn), damn, I lost my niggas to that gunfire (to that gunfire)
Fucked me up on the inside (fucked me up), 'cause a nigga had to see their mom cry (see their mom cry)
Real or nothing or none at all (yeah), could know it something that get your life took (for real)
From out the block, they getting shows booked (what), yeah, the money got me with a nice look (dessert)
Little haters hating, having pockets on swoll, looking like they got the jacket (woo)
Gucci this, Louis that, designer mismatching like a nigga tacky (fresh)
Took your bitch, I know you hate'd it happen (damn), good head for my satisfaction (ahhh)
See me now, nigga living lavish (woo), me and some hittas sitting in a mansion (yeah)
For real

You weren't raised like that (look)
Hate it had to happen (hate it had to happen)
Heard he gave it to ya in broad day (fuck that)
Damn, what a tragedy (that was your crime)
You weren't raised like that (you weren't raised, tho)
Man, who turnt you out? (Man, who turnt you out?)
Momma got tired of you booking her (she do)
So she put your ass out (right out)
You weren't raised like that (I swear)
You come from a good home (you come from a good family)
Now you run around fucking the city (damn)
What kind of shit is you on? (Answer that)
You weren't raised like that (yah)
You was a good girl (You was a good girl)
Popping pills, fucking for deals (yeah)
Fucking up your world (damn, damn)
And you weren't raised like that

I grew up in a small hood (yeah), waking up banging what's all good? (what)
Pull up dropping shit, I wish you would (pow), broad day, a shoot-off back in front of the school (p-p-pow)
Yeah, I was raised like that (yeah), hundred rounds jumping out the K like yeah (pow)
Point blank wrench in your face, like yeah (paw), on a block with the Crips and the 8-balls, yeah (yeah)
Mmh, had to man up, in the kitchen like a chef, whip the grams up (wow)
Field-tan nigga in the bands up, can't let the feel rubber band up (rrt)
I was getting dough like that (woo), balls nigga shooter don't go like that (pow)
Damn, little Corey had to go like that (man), why could a G have to go like that? (Damn)

We weren't raised like that (woo)
Never pull out with another ho like that (no)
My niggas would never let me go like that (no)
I just want my niggas back (I want 'em back)
I said, I just want my niggas back (I want 'em back)
If I had one wish, I want my niggas back (OG, OG)