Neef Buck - Poverty lyrics
rate me
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