Streets Made Me - Money Boy, Royall HB

Yey, yeeah

Ey, ey

Use to be a boy with a plan (boy, boy)

Now im callin' shots, yeah, I’m ballin' wit' the fam (ballin', ballin')

All around the world, we be stackin' up bandz (stackin')

The streets made me, but I stay what I am (what I am)

Go up!

And get loud.

Throw up!

On the crowd!

So what?

I get wow!

(I get wow) (chiah) Now I am who I am (yeah)

I know that you love it, I know that you want it

Yeah, the streets made me (one take), what the streets made me

Ich hab' gelebt in den Streets, mich bewegt durch die Streets

Hab' die Rocks gepusht, ich wurde geprägt von den Streets

Ich war der Erste, der das Crack auf dem Foreman Grill gekocht hat

Und dann vertickt hat, am Corner

Wenn du den nötigen Respekt meiner Gang nicht zeigst

Dann ist es besser, wenn du in deinen vier Wänden bleibst

Bitch, jeder weiß in den Streets gibt es Drama

Deshalb bin ich posted in den Skreets mit der Lama

Guck mein Burner macht aus dir einen Toaster Strudel

Ich pull' up und verpass' dir eine Mozartkugel, Boy

Ich importiere jetzt aus Kanada Crack

Und hab' die Timberland-Boots oder Panama-Jack

Vor einem Kennedy Fried, mit dem Cisco Wine

Und die Junkies sind am tanzen — es ist Disco-Time, Boy

Ich verticke hier das Koks mit der Hand

Bis das ganze Früchte trägt, wie ein Obstlieferant, Boy

Use to be a boy with a plan (boy, boy)

Now im callin' shots, yeah, I’m ballin' wit' the fam (ballin', ballin')

All around the world, we be stackin' up bandz (stackin')

The streets made me, but I stay what I am (what I am)

Go up!

And get loud.

Throw up!

On the crowd!

So what?

I get wow!

(I get wow) Now I am who I am

I know that you love it, I know that you want it

Yeah, the streets made me, what the streets made me

Yey, yeah

hey, hey

Use to be a boy with a plan (boy, boy)

Now im calling shots, yeah, I'm ballin' wit' the fam (ballin', ballin')

All around the world, we be stackin' up bandz (stackin')

The streets made me, but I stay what I am (what I am)

Go up!

And get loud.

Throw up!

On the crowd!

So what?

I get wow!

(I get wow) (chiah) Now I am who I am (yeah)

I know that you love it, I know that you want it

Yeah, the streets made me (one take), what the streets made me

I lived in the streets, moved through the streets

I pushed the Rocks, I was shaped by the Streets

I was the first to cook crack on the Foreman Grill

And then sold out at the corner

If you don't show the respect my gang deserves

Then it's better if you stay within your own four walls

Bitch, everybody knows there's drama in the streets

That's why I'm posted in the skreets with the llama

Look, my burner turns you into a toaster strudel

I'll pull up and give you a Mozartkugel, boy

I am now importing crack from Canada

And got the Timberland boots or Panama Jack

In front of a Kennedy Fried, with the Cisco Wine

And the junkies are dancing — it's disco time, boy

I'm selling the coke here by hand

Until it all bears fruit, like a fruit deliverer, boy

Use to be a boy with a plan (boy, boy)

Now im calling shots, yeah, I'm ballin' wit' the fam (ballin', ballin')

All around the world, we be stackin' up bandz (stackin')

The streets made me, but I stay what I am (what I am)

Go up!

And get loud.

Throw up!

On the crowd!

So what?

I get wow!

(I get wow) Now I am who I am

I know that you love it, I know that you want it

Yeah, the streets made me, what the streets made me