This is a song about "Raised up in the street s"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Forget the police! i'll piss in the street!

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

To feed us, she had to blow 'em in the street

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I'm only eighteen, born and raised up from the d

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut