| I been strugglin and strugglin for oh so long
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| So I can be successful in life and stay strong
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| I was raised to respect my elders
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| And if I didn’t, I would wind up as a failure
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| So we’re sippin some brew
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| On the corner with my so-called crew
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| My pop told me the streets wasn’t games and fun
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| He says be wise and listen up, son
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| I would never tell you nothin that wasn’t true
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| Only right from wrong and things you shouldn’t do
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| In the ghetto you gotta watch over the shoulder
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| And just remember that I was the one that told ya
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| Me and your mother will be in through thick and thin
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| Cause when it comes to it, we’re like your best friends
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| I took his advice, and it did me some good
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| Now I’m not a product of the hood
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| When I walk the ave now I keep my head high
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| As soon when I’m older I’ll have a piece of the pie
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| See, where I’m from you had to have heart
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| I guess that’s why I’m street smart
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| Nine months of labour, I make my arrival
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| I’m just a Youngsta playin the game of survival
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| My mom told me patience is a virtue
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| Sticks, stones break bones but -- never hurt you
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| Negativity I don’t indulge in
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| But that don’t mean that my pockets ain’t buldgin
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| Especially in this day and time
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| I rather get props, hops, from just sayin rhymes
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| Cause the streets mislead ya
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| If you was starvin tell me who would ever feed ya
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| Chillin with your boys smokin jays
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| Sittin back, talkin about the old days
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| Fiends sellin radio clocks
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| Lookin on the ground for rocks
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| Youngsta’s in school and cats
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| Flippin packs like flapjacks
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| Rollin, rollin dice like a casino
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| Look at that-- Nino Brown or Al Pacino
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| You can’t beat this with a head start
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| You know why? |
| Because I’m street smart
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| Growin up in the ghetto is worse than skid row
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| So I decided to let the kids know
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| How it really is even though I’m in showbiz
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| One thing that I know is
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| The streets will leave you with a dumb look
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| An old lady cryin cause a bum took her pocket book
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| Five-o stay right at the corner
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| Stand there too long and you’re a goner
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| Thinkin back when my pockets was empty
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| I couldn’t let negativity tempt me
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| I was down to get mines
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| I was lost and now it’s time to catch up like Heinz
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| I used to stay out late, be a street dweller
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| Not a drug seller but a smooth young fella
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| I just about seen it all
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| Streets is no joke, that’s right, how many y’all
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| Brothers been fightin for no reason
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| So all the girls, I ain’t the one to be skeezin
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| That’s right, baby, you can’t play me, sweetheart
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| Because I’m street smart |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Smart , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Bird Flu, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп