Dorie Milla - Streets Raised Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Dorie Milla:

Need a hero in da chi /where our Robert Townsend/I know baby lords that grew up in public housing/see only thing our mind is what's we subsidizing/C powder was the only option/cause mommy on drugs so she was never round him/known for the loud but was very silent/see that could get mistake for kindness/C that boy be steady grinding/so they be up in ferragmo/so that Ford is Eddie Bauer I talk designer/so that for we dont like to gossip/put 4in da pot and tell betty Crocker/we dont kiss horse they give head with steady posture/10 bands I bet he got him/fo u sniff heads that lady gaga/my lil mans ah pays homage/wit his lil mans they say they partnas/I'm on his head like ah fucking zeta"

Hook:
"2x Don't blame me the streets raised me/young go getta ion know lazy/do what every get what every what pays me/don't blame me the streets raised me/

Killa Clint:

Yeeeaaah, I’m smoking on the beat of erbs/
Still pouring up for niggas that done left this earth/
Still hustle, just smarter with every move now
Still hitting up bitches that's outta school now/
And for my niggas ill still ride/destination moon/
Blow da loud by da hillside/
Growing up fast/a man yea I had to be/
Father still alive/even though a nigga barely see/
And he dnt see the pain n hurt in my mama eyes/
So I hit the block/cuz I ain't tryna see my mama cry/
Stash houses/ wit old money/ but new dips/old niggas/
The same scheme/but new flips/and my circle still the same/
Rob still drinking/Nicky still hitting stains/yup I never change/
Just the growth dat come wit it/ready for da action/
My nigga yea I'm still wit it

Hook:
"2x Don't blame me the streets raised me/young go getta ion know lazy/do what every get what every what pays me/don't blame me the streets raised me/

Gator:

The streets raised me, I ain't proud of that/
I mean, who the fuck claim where it's cloudy at/
Where niggas getting wacked on a daily basis/
Zombies walking through the streets with the crazy faces/
Yea I'm talking hypes, but I'm talking nights/
I dun seen real g's fall behind the pipe/
I was a run away, child abuse was crazy/
So I turned to the streets and let the streets raise me/
But I have haunted thoughts, on a daily basis/
Simply run aways to me, was was Sweden vacations/
I lost me a lot, my niggas is gone, I'm still running hard, fuc we go wrong?/
The plan was to get the money then we quit/
Some niggas just died behind silly clips/
Petty niggas, playa hatas, I ain't like the shit/
Niggas still trying to live life righteous, shit/

Hook:
"2x Don't blame me the streets raised me/young go getta ion know lazy/do what every get what every what pays me/don't blame me the streets rasied me/