Growing Up In These Streets

(album: Living Legend - 2020)

Word to mama, man, damn
Tryna get the fuck up outta there, huh?
It's real life, man
Just gotta keep your head in the right direction, [?]
Don't play with these niggas out here
Gotta be strong though
Only the strong survive, you heard?
Real rap, The Chef, yeah

Hey, yo
From blazing chandeliers on throats, we gangstas with hope
With trappers in traffic, there's land on the coast
Pipelines be pumping nighttime with kilos dispersed
A bulletproof hearse in back of the church, see they grind
The timeline won't even last, they 25's, quick to spaz
Yeah, then flip on that ass
The block's burning
Narcs and sharks, thugs and drugs
Clogs and knots and rocks and parks
Hold your slime, I need money
But hate being the stickup kid
'Cause what I did could have cost me a whole lifetime
And everybody knowing everybody
Niggas in front of the lobbies until bodies drop
How he got lined?
Keep it moving, keep your loved ones moving
See, we started a movement
I guess we Grand Grooving, y'all
Checks the shines until then we fine
Cash rule everything around mine in the mind
Now rewind, yo

What is it?
Real-life
Huh, traumatizing
Word up
Concrete jungle
The real question is
What I didn't see, ha ha

Uh
Days to decades, the drugs raids to sex craze
From Fruits Loops and leche made it to head jefe
Fiends on check day, murder scenes when the TEC spray
The segue, you gotta have sight beyond the X-ray
Pump shotties, slump bodies in front lobbies
Young hotties getting drunk hopping in Mazzies
Blunt robberies, niggas owing, tip toeing, it's sick
Been in the mix since Slick Rick flowing, legit
Lost for words when they offed the homie Surge on the jooks
My whole outlook on life was blurred
Them corner curves just being there, ain't even fair
And as far as leaving there, if you do, I don't even care
Seen it all from Sutter Ave to Seton Hall
East Elmhurst to Eaton wall, we grieve and more
Same song just sets changing, rep claiming
From selling crack to rap, I kept aiming

Yeah, Kay Slay shit, baby
Let's go in

Shootouts, unexplainable murders where shit runs deep
Late-night commotions, the neighbors can't sleep
That's why I pose in the flicks with my heat, one deep
I got burners all over the place like a song leak
My man open arms for a hug, I'm reaching
I gotta tell myself take your hand off the grip, they greeting (Get off the gun, man)
Automatic spit like a dumb bitch with a tongue ring
It's classic like them DAT machines up in [?] King (Woo)
Death before dishonor, we pray for your mama
She don't never have to pick a killer's face in a lineup (Nah)
His criminal lawyer, his face resembles a young Oscar De La Hoya
This kid's attorney is torture
In these streets, dust heads big bags of [?]
Like a skeleton sucked in, they bones is weak
Miss ya, ATF come through swinging that big shit
No Popeyes, they here to put two in your biscuit