Djkillaonthebeat

[Hook]
You want war I'mma give u war
I’m in too deep
You want peace I'mma give u peace
Raised in the streets
You want love I'mma show u love
Life of a thug
There’s no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
Raised in the streets

[Verse 1]
No one thought I would make it
Violence and paper chasing
Supposed to be dead I'm just glad god had his patience
Broken relations cuz this rose turned into a flower
Trained to survive and learned all my surrounding
Look at my eyes, the wildlife defines me
Everyday is a hustle, so having nothing reminds me
Poverty couldn't blind me, fans never mind me
Found a gift and grew up, hoping Puff will sign me
In time the, boy who turned man,they understand me
I didn't win every fight but a n***a never ran me
Momma looking at me and smiled bright cuz it's over now
Whats over now? Pyrex and baking soda pots
50 for a rollie watch
No more corner, no more tryna hide
I get what I want and I can give a real n***a diploma
In the streets the real n***a Obama, just took a different role
A place that's called that's not far from the corner store
The corner
Family hurtin’ and I got tired of that shit
So I got off my ass and tried to get rich
Boosie got 99 problems and 5 of a bitch
Cuz I got 5 baby mommas with 5 different personalities
Blame for cold casualties, corner talk
Stuck in a place where them real n***as walk, the corner
But first your love hanging, then slangin’
You need love and fear love, you start banging
Music game changing, but Overdose ain't changing
Features with the stars, but my music still gangsta
It’s for my n***as on the corners, hoping they get famous
With no gunshot wounds and leave pain, please help them lord
All the shit we see, we deserve to get a blessing lord
Look at me a G, I make the whole world press record
For that lil boy I give him hope
To stop selling dope, and put that mic to his mouth
And rap, and make it off that corner

[Hook]
You want war I'mma give u war
I'm in too deep
You want peace I'mma give u peace
Raised in the streets
You want love I’mma show u love
Life of a thug
There's no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
Raised in the streets

[Verse 2]
I'm on a Yamborghini high, flyin' high through the sky, hey yo
Yammy's vision got us rich, catch a n***a flyin' by in a Lambo
Sippin' the Henny got me gone, now I'm gettin' in my zone, hey yo
R.I.P. to my n***a, the gallon goin' to my dome, hey yo
This how it feel to be rich, fuckin' bitches in the mix, yeah
Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah
Lil Shaam lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah
I ain't with the game, bitch, she blow my cartridge, yeah
My Jewelry glistening why I'm always chilly
Can't believe a n***a made a couple milli'
'Bout to cop the house way up in the hillies
With a bad bitch in the Bentley
Wood grain with the roof gone
Make a bitch fold like a futon
Gettin' bread like a crouton
Tell me what the fuck is you on

[Hook]
You want war I'mma give u war
I'm in too deep
You want peace I'mma give u peace
Raised in the streets
You want love I'mma show u love
Life of a thug
There's no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
Raised in the streets