Runty – PRODUCT OF THE STREETS

Runty – PRODUCT OF THE STREETS Lyrics

Artist: Runty
Song: PRODUCT OF THE STREETS

Yeah huh yeahh say uhh nuhh huh yeahh
I beat the pockets in girl when i turn it one hunnid
I rather be a man when i stand out for my hommie
I pull a hell of racks man i think that they don’t know me

Uh say
Clean
I made it cool
When i stepped down with my coup

Tell me why the f#ck they hating
Why they finna acting cool
They be product of the streets
They be product of the streets

Tell me what be coming next
Now they talking bout deceit
Why they tryna bring the heat
Tell mе why you taking chills

Now you prolly wanna leave
We just madе it out the streets
Bout to record off the sheets
Never had it on repeat

Shawty said she wanna leave
Get my beat we bout to hit
Metro housing by the streets
While my diamonds give me heat

Aj told me bout his niece
Ain’t no funny tees and fees
Can you step back take a seat
Why do n#gg#s have to cheat

When am down i sip my leem
Now they say they love me cap
Bruh i bet they out the streets
Everybody chasing stacks

Got my bruh we outta trench
Getting paid not by these hoes
I bet you put it in your soul
Try to rave you know your role

Pray you got it not just cap
300 thousand for the racks nah ayy
They be product of the streets
Man i bet we bout to win

When am down i sip my leem
n#gg# say they be product of the streets
They be product of the streets
Man i bet we bout to win

I was trapping in the streets
Back in the days
All the things i ever did
When i was at the bas#ment

All the things i f#cking did
Had me feeling wasted
That’s the reason i be acting weird and acting crazy
Product of the streets

Fight for what we eat
I see some n#gg#s down
Tryna hustle to the peak
We hustling day to day

Everyday in croc city
We keep it one up baby
And that’s what’sup baby
7 days a week

We don’t know no sleep
Trading sleep for bags
Trading sleep for slips
Money on my mind

That’s the reason i don’t tweak
Dinning with my dawgs
And the beat is what we eat
Counting all my losses

Oh wow
f#ck a 9 to 5
We just trynna go loud
Make it out the hood

Cause we trynna blow loud
Back pack on my back like a scholar
Yeah yeah yeah
Big big diamonds

I want ice upon my neck
Big drip
I just wanna flood up a patek
Product of the streets

Put my momma inna benz
Skrrrt
Started as a broke n#gg#
But i swear imma end up as a rich n#gg#

Never had things from the start
So when we make it out
They come close we know they some gold diggers
Ay ay

Product of the street
You don’t know how it feels
When the cops gon tell u freeze
Cause u gat some new keys

How u gon love me
I do my shiit on my own
n#gg# i was hungry
I’m too young acting like a n#gg# that was 40

Back in school b#tches say n#gg# i was naughty
Oh lord oh lord
See my heart is all love
I wish my n#gg#s see the sun like the fuccin solar

At the rove taking coca cola
Hustle hard in my blood in the trenches
Talking to some n#gg#s they some dark angels
Where am from they gon kill u they gon leave traces

Gat a lot of fake n#gg#s they all snakes
They can’t even tell wait
They can’t even run my race
Broke life is a stain

U gotta wash it out your name
Ayyy ayy
I came from a dark place dark place
But am gon make it out anyway

Gang gang
Grrrrr paw
Tryna get my hustle right
I bet we making music

Tryna make em money call
We living off dem digits
Talking bout the streets
When i couldn’t get no gimmick

Ap buss down
Bruh am talking bout some real sh#t ayy yeah
I got omie i got thugger
Yeah we talking bout

Product of the streets n#gg#
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Release Year: 2022