The Product

It was the streets that raised me
Streets that paid me
Streets that made me a product of my environment
Yo, I’m a product of my environment
I’m a product of my environment
One body, two body, three body, four
Five more soldiers dead on the floor
Six body, seven bodies, eight bodies, nine
Ten more soldiers on the front line
Huh, if there’s dough you know that I’m there
Roll up in there
Crew zoot already rolled in the ear
Look I’m from the streets
Fuck the awards
And I’d rather win best flow of the year
Look I’m for the Ps, get get more dough
Fuck beef, get get get more dough
If you were me you’d get get more hoes
I believe I rep rep the raw road
Yeah! I make the olders aware
Straight up, ain’t no dough for you here
Ain’t no percent, nobodies Blair
And ain’t no defence
I’m on attack like 8 goals in 10 games over friend
And I ain’t got time for killing all your dead
I rhyme tight so I get hoes and head
But I roll with a clique who put holes in heads
You get a little dough I make loads of bread
Try a PA for free-a
Plus VAT and free drink of them thing
I will still bop you, behave
I am on sky dead, in the Sky, BA
In New York we OG
I ain’t Black Panther, fight the police
But I’m hood your ends like the OC
Give me ten years I’m D.O.C
But right now something might P.O.P
Off the night, on sight you know me
On hype again but don’t act like The Game
Got the nine, I am blade bey
Big long thing like shinobi
I’m bait in raves, I ain’t low key
Old school skanks like the okie cokie
One finger shit, same will finger chicks
You don’t wanna see this one finger itch
Niggas better know this one finger’s clips
And you will never see this gun finger snitch
I’m a product of my environment
I’m a product of my environment
It was the streets that raised me
Streets that paid me
Streets that made me a product of my environment
Yo, I’m a product of my environment
I’m a product of my environment