Streets Chose Me

Yeah…

Ain’t nobody choose this life, man…

Sometimes the life choose you.

From the block to the throne…

This one’s for the lost ones.

Born in the gutter where the sirens cry,

Mama prayin’ every night just to keep me alive.

Ain’t no silver spoons, just chrome and fumes,

Learned to fight before I learned to tie my shoes.

Older heads said, “Lil’ homie, you next,”

So I carried that heat, had to earn my respect.

Pockets empty, heart colder than the steel I kept,

Lost friends young, never once did I weep or rest.

Had to run from the cops through the alleyway grime,

Had to hustle every dollar just to eat in time.

Ain’t no fairy tale, this the life that’s mine,

Blood on my hands, but the streets still shine.

I didn’t pick the block — the block picked me,

I ain’t ask for this crown, but they still crowned me.

From a young G runnin’ through the concrete,

To a king with his crew movin’ silently.

Yeah, I did what I had to, no apologies,

Ain’t no mercy when you born with poverty.

They say I’m heartless — maybe that’s honesty,

The streets raised me — that’s prophecy.

Had to bury two brothers, couldn’t shed no tears,

Pain turned to power over all these years.

Had to slide for the fam, had to face my fears,

Every move that I made had to keep that gear.

Made a name off the grind, now my word got weight,

Used to duck 12, now I orchestrate fate.

From the corner to the city, yeah, I paved that gate,

But every soul I lost still haunt my state.

Coulda been a scholar, but the streets too loud,

Coulda chased peace, but I made my vow.

Now the young ones lookin’ at me like how?

From the slums to the throne — look at me now.

Every scar tell a story, every scar got a cost,

Every win that I got came from somethin’ I lost.

Ain’t no glory in the blood, but I earned my cross,

Now I walk through the night as a self-made boss.

I done seen the best fall, I done seen the rest crawl,

Had to stand tall when they wanted me small.

Had to take care of mine when the world said nah,

Had to be both the peace and the war I fought.

Now I’m lookin’ at the city lights, crown in my hand,

Started as a soldier, now I run the land.

Got brothers behind bars, some gone to sand,

So I move for them — that’s the life I planned.

The streets taught me pain, but also pride,

I ain’t just survive, I multiplied.

From the slums to the skies, where the lost still cry,

This life chose me — and I ain’t ask why.