Grew Up in The Streets

[Hook] I been in and out of jail I grew up in these streets I be juuging for for real I grew up in these streets I be flexing on these hoes I grew up in these streets I ain't never had a job I grew up in these streets I grew up in these streets, I grew up in these streets I grew up in these streets, I grew up in these streets I been in and out of jail I grew up in these streets I be juuging for for real I grew up in these streets [Verse 1] My parents all the way from Haiti, I was born in Queens Smash 'em then I toss 'em like some chicken wings Now I'm getting money everything is foreign If it ain't foreign then it ain't important Now I'm pulling up in Aston and the Maserati When I'm on the scene you better tell some body Came down from the N-Y To the A yeah, a nigga so fly Can't lie cause the hold hood fuck with me Got your girl rolling on a molly Straight up, just met your ho, now she trying to fuck [Hook] You see this Rolex on my wrist I got this shit from juuging I ain't no chef but I'm steady cooking Young rich nigga straight up out them bricks In a foreign whip, with a foreign bitch Now I'm rocking all Versace with the Prada shoes If you try me nigga you up on the news Have your baby mama singing the blues A hundred thousand dollars stuffed in my Tru's Rapping on some hundred thousand dollar beats Young rich nigga straight up out them streets And I got them goons for your ass They gon' blast, just for cash, leave you dead real fast [Hook]