Neef Buck - Poverty lyrics

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I was raised in poverty

I have my back against the wall

You see the streets made me

Quarter brick half brick whole brick ey

Day at your cheer school

Nigga your own pay

I don’t know why the hell you took something you couldn’t move

Even the streets of 905 it’s too late to choose

… your hommies for a vice

They all confused

And they said… it’s best to get a two

Don’t know what the fuck you thought the street got rules

Then you go trickin’ on the bitches

Not cool

It goes down in my town I’m a man of word

And a lot I don’t give a fuck until you want a curve

White shit no… lamps

About the…

They let you where you stand

D boys got shooters dough

On a pay roll movin’ when they say so

No guns to your head

Nobody made you take it

Still your peeps gotta’ view your body naked

I was raised in poverty

I have my back against the wall

You see the streets made me

And I know…. Look at these shotguns

Sometimes a good child can chose the wrong road

Get question about a homicide and then he unfolds

Telling them shit that ainn’t even …

Turn yourself in they ain’t even have to come get you

Let your lawyer talk just keep your mouth closed

Stall tall nigga I know that cell…

I’ve been in your shoes and I’ve been in your place

And they just putting shit together they ain’t got a case

Just keep your head high and your eyes open

They say the pressure….

Can’t take nothing to the grave but your name

Robbery went bad over some cocaine

You were the driver why the hell you bother

Born with a silver spoon

Peeps got dollars

Run around with some niggas that ain’t your kind

You can do the crime but can’t do the time

I was raised in poverty

I have my back against the wall

You see the streets made me

And I know…. Look at these shotguns