Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news
I was raised by god so i gotta tell the truth
Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams
I glanced seeing some haters in the streets
On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets
Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets
How they, play the game to bring pain to us, we're raised,
Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste
Whole lotta money, big tip i would
Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood
Roaming the streets wearing retro
I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though
All that ass in your jeans
Cops won't look in the streets,
I said believe in your dreams
Betta stay outta the streets
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