Y-Milo - Growing Up on a Street (feat. Milla, Beast & Kamo) Lyrics

This one goes out to my hood (oh lord)
Tryna get it like I should
Life can be so hard, but I can say I made it
Yes lord
Now we steady coming up (on the come up)
Gotta hustle the block and get this doe
So I can say I made it
That's how it is growing up on a street
If I was on the edge would you push or reach
And if I couldn't face it would you look for me
And if I had a dream would you help me preach
To gather all my niggas and then teach them peace
Off in these streets
Yesterday I learned something so scary
Millions of people die without an obituary
That corner that you stand on will be your cemetery
They burning the bodies that people can't afford to bury
As a strong
Pray is scary, hail mary cause they kill you if you pass deep
But they bitches if they ask me
I won't let a nigga blast me
I made my money out last me and now my momma happy
And yeah these streets is getting nasty
But when we waist deep
I show your face then you hate me
You hold me up and break me
I hold my head to the sky, I can't let my niggas die
Hold up
This one goes out to my hood (goes out to my hood)
Tryna get it like I should (goes out to my hood)
Life can be so hard, but I can say I made it
Yes lord
Now we steady coming up
Gotta hustle the block and get this doe (y'all don't see where I'm coming from)
So I can say I made it (Gotti)
That's how it is growing up on a street (Beast)
Remember walking in the kitchen cooking
Roaches on the ceiling looking
Pops in the trap trapping
Momma on the streets hooking
Granny used to hug me, tell me that she love me
When my granny die, ain't nobody come and hug Beast
Hunting where the drugs be
Posted where the thugs be
Kicking it like soccer players til somebody slug me
On the road to get these riches, putting kids in all these bitches
So I leave my legacy for niggas to look at all these pictures
And to my brother, I'm still with you
Divorce her, don't hit that sister
I got sons who got brothers, got daughters and sisters
Lead by example, write to these samples
F*ck how you feeling, I'm feeling like you'll get trampled
Life is a gamble, chips I got a hand full
Drowning for a hand to pull me up out this damn pool
Life is like a gamble, chips I got a hand full
Drowning for a hand to pull me up out this damn pool (gotti)
This one goes out to my hood (to my hood)
Tryna get it like I should (like I should)
Life can be so hard, but I can say I made it
Yes lord
Now we steady coming up (steady on the come up)
Gotta hustle the block and get this doe (gotta hustle the block)
So I can say I made it (so I)
That's how it is growing up on a street
Hey momma its your son again (hello)
I'm out here looking for your hug again
I'm out here searching for your love again
Lately Ma your son been struggling (struggling)
Life becoming really humbling
When Dad died it left me fumbling
Heart broke, always crumbling
Would speak about it but to you I'm probably mumbling
When D died ain't nobody come and hug me then
So stop acting like you love me then
I put my pride to the side, shit getting harder by the day now
Hoping I don't die any day now
My auntie could die any day now
Try to keep my head held high
Cause everybody only worried about they route
Sister out here wilding, got me really tripping
Instead of focus on that school, she focused on a nigga
Aye Sis I love you, you don't need him, I'ma keep it pimping
Either way just know I love you nigga, I love you nigga
This one goes out to my hood (to my hood)
Tryna get it like I should (like I should)
Life can be so hard, but I can say I made it (I can say I made it)
Yes lord
Now we steady coming up (steady coming up)
Gotta hustle the block and get this doe (hustle the block
So I can say I made it
That's how it is growing up on a street