[Intro]
Everybody wanna live that street life
Ain't the purpose to get out the streets
Trying to be somebody you not
True stories

[Verse 1]
I knew this n***a man, lets just call him Roger
He grew up in the burbs but stayed in the projects
Good head on his shoulders
Could've been a doctor
But he had other plans
To be a chef and cook them rocks up

[Verse 2]
Came from good home, had a mom and pops
Put him in a private school, so he had a shot
Said fuck school, he would rather run the rock
Needed some protection, so he went and bought a Glock
Extended clip, just in casе a n***a feel him out
He say it feel like pussy
So he ain't gonna pull it out
Rolе playing, acting like someone you are not
Shocking
Flashing all the money in your pockets
Watching
N***as be scheming and straight plotting
Ran up in your crib with that thot that you was fucking
N***as had to be from Houston, cause they got them rockets
And they let them bullets rain, wet season in the tropics
[Chorus]
Why your mother gotta fucking weep
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets
Now your baby momma crying til she sleep
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets
Now another n***a raising your seed
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets
When you playing with them sharks, you gonna bleed
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets

[Verse 3]
She was young and naïve
She was tender
Fucking over good dudes for a street n***a
She wanted to be down so fucking bad
That she took that fucking charge
And stuffed that dope up in her ass
Her mother and the preacher tried to reach her
Straight a student and wanted to be a teacher
Pretty as Alisha, but wanted play with them keys
Her n***a had that fetty, so she was a trap queen
Nice whip, big house, flying over seas
Her man was the muscle, so she never had to squeeze
Tried to be a savage, but she just naturally sweet
The competition watching
So n***as started to peep
[Verse 4]
When wolves smell blood
Wolves gonna eat
They ran up in her house
Right after she went to sleep
Beat her so bad, paralyzed to her feet
And her n***a ain't give a damn or skip a fucking beat

[Chorus]
Why your mother gotta fucking weep
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets
Now your baby momma crying til she sleep
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets
Now another n***a raising your seed
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets
When you playing with them sharks, you gonna bleed
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets

[Verse 5]
I was blind but now I see how I was playing myself
Trying to be tough ain't cool, you aiming at ops, you slaying yourself
Your favorite rapper hypnotizing y'all to hurt the hood
Fight the power, Public Enemy that's when hood was good
Somebody must not told that bitch, that ratchet shit not cool
Its women your age in escalade, new house don't act no fool
Why these corny ass broke n***as wanna be tough?
You bum ass killas
You could be forex trading, instead you on IG live with n***as
[Verse 6]
He can't let shit go, he got to get the last word
He got shot up cause he was howling and that's all we heard
The girlfriend sick of this n***a, his momma not proud
And she stressed out
Tank just kicked the door but missed him now, n***a just stepped out
Aye who mans is this
Y'all let him do that, that shit ain't cool
You watch your homeboy do some fuck shit, yous a sucka too
N***a don't know when to quit doing
Bum ass shit and he keep on howling
He sat in jail for like two weeks, his bond was three hundred dollars

[Chorus]
Why your mother gotta fucking weep
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets
Now your baby momma crying til she sleep
Cause you trying to be a street n***a, ain't from the streets