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letra de made on the streets (intro) - ironic raps

ironic raps – made on the streets (intro):

[hook:]
no you can’t hang around me (around me, around me)
i’m out on these streets i got family to feed (to feed, to feed)
i been whipping the pot till my fingers all bleed (whip it up, whip it up)
all that i know is to murder beats
i’m trynna hop in a wraith, peanut b-tter seats (peanut b-tter seats yeah)
i’m trynna drip in gucci, want the double gs (double gs yeah)
and so i still slide with my n-ggas (skrr, skrr)
from the ghetto to the north side for the figures
i was made on the streets suck it up yeah

[verse 1:]
ain’t sh-t changed (ain’t sh-t changed!)
i’m a broke-ass n-gga i don’t wear the gold chains (gold chains)
find me chilling in the ghetto we a bunch of no-names
turned into a savage (savage)
i just wanna get that money i can’t stand to be an average (average)
hop in a g-wagon, (skrr, skrr) with the baddest b-tch until i fly her out to paris
gotta run the numbers up, i’m trynna f-ck these commas up
what you know about having dead beat dads (dead beat dads) who don’t know your whereabouts?
i’m a ghetto n-gga to so you better watch your mouth
what these n-ggas talking ’bout
i’m a broke-ass n-gga but i’m gaining all the clout
ever since a young age
i been trynna get paid (i been trynna get paid)
i don’t need none of these b-tches but i’m getting cold face (getting cold face)
in the ghetto getting low jay from the b-tches
i don’t f-ck with them i’m grinding all day for the figures (grinding all day)
getting all the money, stacking up the hunnids i was made on the streets suck it up yeah
[hook:]

[verse 2:]
getting out the mud is the only option (option)
n-gga now i run the game and i will never forfeit (forfeit)
need a blue-face rollie
now they keep on calling (ring, ring)
when i make a couple millions i’ma keep on balling
don’t you try sh-t on me
turn you to history
amg-63, (skrr, skrr) gotta get that cheese on me
amg on the driveway (vroom, vroom)
i’m just trynna get a foreign f-cking up the highway
in the hood we always hungry, coming straight for my plate
now i’m f-cking up the game i didn’t do the foreplay
no way, okay
i been grinding hard i need a vaca, no way (no way)
my grandma would be proud of me
but i ain’t talking to my dad i need apologies (i need apologies)
i couldn’t make it in the game but now i got the keys (i got the keys)
i’m trynna hit the mainstream
and they will scream, when you seen on big screens
they gon’ slide into your dms like they always had you
so i chose to keep the ones i value
if you been true to me from the jump my n-gga that’s you
i’ma get you anything
i will never switch up or buy a b-tch a wedding ring (nah, nah)
‘fore my neck is full of bling
i don’t need none of these b-tches but i’m getting cold face
in the ghetto getting low jay from the b-tches
i don’t f-ck with them i’m grinding all day for the figures
getting all the money, stacking up the hunnids i was made on the streets
[hook:]

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