the streets I walk the streets where only the strong survive Where you gotta keep your head up to stay alive It's a jungle out here, no room for the weak You gotta hustle hard just to make ends meet The concrete jungle where the rats run deep And the snakes in the grass always tryna creep You gotta watch your back, watch your every move In these streets, only the real ones improve I've seen friends turn foes, snitches talking to the feds But I stay true to myself, never lose my head I keep grinding, keep shining, never back down In these streets, only the strong wear the crown I've been through the struggle, been knocked down before But I rise up stronger, ready for war I'm a product of the streets, a diamond in the rough I'll never give up, I'll never say enough