LYRIC

We Was born in the streets (streets)
And I Never chase a bitch(no)
It is time to be working (time to move)
It was God sending angels (plenty angels)
We were trained to be evil (hey)
You was raised to be stupid
Shoot you like a camera (shoot)
Hit you on medulla, yeah
They ain't seen my producer (what)
Then she call my phone, I don't answer

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