noahs beT

Yo, I'm from the streets where the danger lurks, Born and raised in the city where they do dirt. Gang signs flashin', sirens blarin', In the concrete jungle, ain't nobody carin'. Hustlin' on the corner, makin' moves, Stackin' cash, payin' dues. Gotta stay strapped, gotta stay ready, In this game of life, it's steady and heaven We're the kings of the streets, livin' that thug life, Survival of the fittest, in this world of strife. From the blocks to the cells, we holdin' it down, Gangster rap flow, hear the sound. Raised in the hood, where the shots ring out, Nothin' but struggle, that's what life's about. Mama workin' double shifts, tryna make ends meet, But the streets callin', it's hard to retreat. Gotta watch your back, ain't no love here, In this game of survival, it's crystal clear. Gang affiliations, we ride or die, In the land of the lost, where the strong survive. We're the kings of the streets, livin' that thug life, Survival of the fittest, in this world of strife. From the blocks to the cells, we holdin' it down, Gangster rap flow, hear the sound. In the darkness of the night, we roam, In the shadows, we call home. Ain't no mercy, ain't no grace, Just the struggle to survive, in this dangerous place. We're the kings of the streets, livin' that thug life, Survival of the fittest, in this world of strife. From the blocks to the cells, we holdin' it down, Gangster rap flow, hear the sound.