Raised by the streets (my name i...
• Written by DrummaBoi
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My name is, drumma drumma drumma boy
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My name is drumma drumma drumma boi
I was raised by the block not a silver spoon
Heard gunshots more than I heard cartoons
Mama cried every night, hopin I’d improve
But the streets taught me lessons that the schools never do
Lost bros to the beef, now they names on a shirt
Grew numb to the pain but it still kinda hurt
Keep a strap cause I got too much dirt
They say I’m cold, but I came from the worst
I was ten seein homicides outside my door
Seen a body get dropped by the corner store
Ain’t no fairytales no dreams, just war
Only thing we prayed for was make it to 24
Daddy got locked, mama workin’ overtime
So I hit the streets young, had to hustle, had to grind
Backpack full of hope, but my heart full of crime
Used to dodge bullets like it’s part of my time
Cops roll up, gotta tuck what I’m holdin’
Life feel cheap when your friends stop showin
I seen kids turn to killers for respect
Now they doin’ life, no chance to reflect
I was raised by the block, not a silver spoon
Heard gunshots more than I heard cartoons
Mama cried every night, hopin' I’d improve
But the streets taught me lessons that the schools never do
Lost bros to the beef, now they names on a shirt
Grew numb to the pain, but it still kinda hurt
Keep a strap 'cause I got too much dirt
They say I’m cold, but I came from the worst
PTSD from the nights I survived
Got a cold stare now, just to feel alive
Lost too many, now I barely even cry
Put my soul in this rap, let the real never die
Came from a place where love mean loyalty
But snakes in the grass, that’s the irony
Tried to change lanes, but the past still haunt
Tryna build peace, but I’m scarred from the hunt
Gotta teach the young ones to be better than me
Break the cycle, plant roots
And this is a real g's prospective
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DrummaBoi
Member since March 5 2024