Live (band) - Streets Raised Me lyrics

Dorie Milla: Need a hero in da chi /where our Robert Townsend/I know baby lords that grew up in public housing/see only thing our mind is what's we subsidizing/C powder was the only option/cause mommy on d** so she was never round him/known for the loud but was very silent/see that could get mistake for kindness/C that boy be steady grinding/so they be up in ferragmo/so that Ford is Eddie Bauer I talk designer/so that for we dont like to gossip/put 4in da pot and tell betty Crocker/we dont kiss horse they give head with steady posture/10 bands I bet he got him/fo u sniff heads that lady gaga/my lil mans ah pays homage/wit his lil mans they say they partnas/I'm on his head like ah f**ing zeta" Hook: "2x Don't blame me the streets raised me/young go getta ion know lazy/do what every get what every what pays me/don't blame me the streets raised me/ k**a Clint: Yeeeaaah, I'm smoking on the beat of erbs/ Still pouring up for n***as that done left this earth/ Still hustle, just smarter with every move now Still hitting up b**hes that's outta school now/ And for my n***as ill still ride/destination moon/ Blow da loud by da hillside/ Growing up fast/a man yea I had to be/ Father still alive/even though a n***a barely see/ And he dnt see the pain n hurt in my mama eyes/ So I hit the block/cuz I ain't tryna see my mama cry/ Stash houses/ wit old money/ but new dips/old n***as/ The same scheme/but new flips/and my circle still the same/ Rob still drinking/Nicky still hitting stains/yup I never change/ Just the growth dat come wit it/ready for da action/ My n***a yea I'm still wit it Hook: "2x Don't blame me the streets raised me/young go getta ion know lazy/do what every get what every what pays me/don't blame me the streets raised me/ Gator: The streets raised me, I ain't proud of that/ I mean, who the f** claim where it's cloudy at/ Where n***as getting wacked on a daily basis/ Zombies walking through the streets with the crazy faces/ Yea I'm talking hypes, but I'm talking nights/ I dun seen real g's fall behind the pipe/ I was a run away, child abuse was crazy/ So I turned to the streets and let the streets raise me/ But I have haunted thoughts, on a daily basis/ Simply run aways to me, was was Sweden vacations/ I lost me a lot, my n***as is gone, I'm still running hard, fuc we go wrong?/ The plan was to get the money then we quit/ Some n***as just died behind silly clips/ Petty n***as, playa hatas, I ain't like the sh**/ n***as still trying to live life righteous, sh**/ Hook: "2x Don't blame me the streets raised me/young go getta ion know lazy/do what every get what every what pays me/don't blame me the streets rasied me/