Raised in the gutter

I was raised in the gutter, shadows as my kin,

Life hit me early, fightin' battles from within.

Chased that high, had to feed my own sins,

Took my pain to the pipe just to drown it again.

I was cookin’ in the trap, dirty spoon in the mix,

Eyes wide, cold sweat, burnin’ through the bricks.

I’d pop, I’d sniff, I’d shoot to the dome,

Wasn’t even livin’, death was callin’ me home.

Nodded out on the block, face first in the mud,

But somehow survived, still breathin’ through the blood.

Chorus

This is for the streets, for the ones in the grind,

The ones duckin’ death, but still losin’ their mind.

I know the dirt, I know the hurt, I know the trap,

But if you still standin’, then you can bounce back.

We ain't dead yet, we rise from the gutter,

Fuck what they told you, we different from the others.

Ain’t no peace in this war, it’s blood on the floor,

But we keep fightin’, ‘cause we needin’ more.

Verse 2

I was hittin' that dope, veins full of disease,

Sellin’ my soul just to put the devil at ease.

Robbed every moment I coulda lived right,

Gave up on myself, only fiendin’ for the night.

I was runnin’ from the reaper, but I couldn’t stay low,

Felt my body decay, but I couldn't let go.

I was high in the whip, swervin’ lanes full of pain,

Crashed every chance I had, lost in the game.

Now I’m clean, but I ain’t forget that night,

When I almost lost my life.

Chorus

This is for the streets, for the ones in the grind,

The ones duckin’ death, but still losin’ their mind.

I know the dirt, I know the hurt, I know the trap,

But if you still standin’, then you can bounce back.

We ain't dead yet, we rise from the gutter,

Fuck what they told you, we different from the others.

Ain’t no peace in this war, it’s blood on the floor,

But we keep fightin’, ‘cause we needin’ more.

Verse 3

I done fought with my demons, faced 'em head-on,

Was lost in the dark, but I knew where I belong.

Every hit was a bet, death was rollin’ the dice,

I was losin' my mind, but I paid that price.

Hustled the block, stayed ten toes strong,

Never broke for the snakes, I knew where I belong.

But I bounced back, came up from the dirt,

Now I’m living proof you can climb out the hurt.

Chorus

This is for the streets, for the ones in the grind,

The ones duckin’ death, but still losin’ their mind.

I know the dirt, I know the hurt, I know the trap,

But if you still standin’, then you can bounce back.

We ain't dead yet, we rise from the gutter,

Fuck what they told you, we different from the others.

Ain’t no peace in this war, it’s blood on the floor,

But we keep fightin’, ‘cause we needin’ more.

Outro

So if you hear this, know you ain’t alone,

We came from the bottom, but made it our throne.

From the fiends to the hustlers, we grind or we die,

But we ain’t fallin’, we still reachin’ the sky.