Verse 1:
His Pops was a professor at Howard University, Mom's a heart surgeon stayed conducting surgery/ they had a son and started it off early, elevating intelligence and brain nurturing/ A good youngin' never had his folks worrying, so they spoiled him every weekend with mall spurlging/ Keeping straight A's was they're only concern and keeping him off hot blocks so he won't get burned, now/ By 8th grade things started to turn, but they say hard ways are needed for some to learn/ a cla**mate of his who happened to sell herb got him fascinated fast by the tales of the curb/ got him fascinated fast by the cash and girls, but that dont last when you're trapped in that world/ can't tell him nothing because his yearning is burning and feeling like his turn and he is deserving... damn
Interlude:
You mean all I gotta do is sell this right here?? yesssir.... aiiight
Verse 2:
Its 9th grade summer, full fledge hustler, clientel runner, you small time he'd front ya/ parents at a lost for words past disgusted, hopes placed on off spring but dreams busted/ Mother still cares but his Dad's like "f** it, he claims to be a man then we'll see if he can stomach it"/ Now the only thing on his mind is trying to double it, sitting on dubs with screens behind tints/ and he still mesmerized by the broads he can hit, everybody on that four block radius on dicks/ that meant much more to him than making the deans list/ honor roll or not being tardy and he hardly/ knows how to handle his B.I. blinded on the block trying to be an urban legend like T.I. for them that he's fly the dope keeps fiends fried, you needed it then he supplied it
Interlude:
"I flipped my first ounce last year and I ain't looking back...lets go"
Verse 3:
Steady balling in the fast lane, all for fast change, on a reup move he ran into his cla**mate/ Same one who introduced him to this whole thang, neighborhood dope slang, bread a for sure thang/ Saw he was still green so now homie proclaims of having more names with a better price, was never known for games so he said aiiight/ hoped in the ride lets slide and see what transpires/ cla**mate heard that now he's a supplier, got a couple rides thick rims and thin tires/ Parents got bread why the hell is he trying, so damn hard out here living a lie/ and all I got is the streets either hustle or die and its not my time not even on my mind so/ out of the denims co*k back goes the nine, my apologies but I gotta get mine
Interlude:
"Damn man, cmon you the one that put me on to game".... "yeah yeah yeah f** that sh** n***ah" (gunshot)
Hook:
All he ever wanted to be was a g in the streets serving fiends in the streets/ and all he ever wanted to be was seen in the streets making cheese in the streets/ was always told to leave it alone, so green to the streets so he clings to the streets,now bare witness how it all unfolds, pressed to be in the streets got ceased by the streets