Malow Mac - I Came From The Streets

〈Intro〉
It's Malow Mac, baby
With Lighter Shade

〈Chorus〉
Ooh, baby (baby)
I came from the streets (I came from the streets)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ooh, Baby (baby)
I came from the streets (I came from the streets)

〈Verse 1: Malow Mac〉
It's game time, I been around the world with my rhyme
Paying dues all the time, just to get a little shine
On the grind, hustled all the ink out my pen
All the units out my trunk, the drums and violence
I get it in, like Lebron on the court
Michael Jordan won you scores
When it rains, talking pours
I'm a giant, always down to battle in the riot
I'm a California soldier, rolling solo no denying
The games fucked up
I try to move it but this shits stuck
I sit and think about it
Reminiscing what went up
Shit, I'm proud of all accomplishments
Amsterdam, Barcelona, Germany, a few continents
Yeah, just rocking on the microphone
Papa is a rolling stone, Mac-11 keep it chrome
Homie, my bloodline comes from the streets
Represent myself and my family over every beat
〈Chorus〉
Ooh, baby (baby)
I came from the streets (I came from the streets)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ooh, Baby (baby)
I came from the streets (I came from the streets)
Oh yeah

〈Verse 2: DTTX〉
I been in the game for years
Shedding tattoo tears
I seen many things and buried my peers
I'm worldwide with it (that's right)
Came natural playa
Want the money fuck the fame
Cause things done change
I been there, done that
I ain't gotta hold back
I ain't cutting no slack
OG like a throwback
What you done seen
I already did
I put that on my momma and my unborn kid
20 years in this thang
Still holding it down
〈.?.〉 the Rey baby
I'm a king with a crown
I ain't gotta earn
Said I got my respect
Whenever I touchdown in anybody set
Lighter Shade baby
We still keeping it real
Me and Malow Mac homie got my back
Brown Pride to the fullest
Boy I thought you knew this
Things ain't gon' change cause ain't nothin' better baby (come on)
〈Chorus〉
Ooh, baby (baby)
I came from the streets (I came from the streets)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ooh, Baby (baby)
I came from the streets (I came from the streets)
Oh yeah

〈Verse 3: Malow Mac〉
I know it's the invisible
Feel the pain of all the miserable
Betting on the underdog and rooting for the miracle
Cannabis ashes on my white tee
Hotbox my thoughts and express em over one beat
Echoes of voices bouncing through my dome
And I can make 〈.?.〉 that got a settle tone
And so I whisper back
Because I'm curious
I ain't trippin' I ain't weird I ain't delirious
Keep it, keep it, comin' with the passion
Street life soldier hitting the bag I'm everlasting
West coast psycho ghetto blastin'
Mini-mac and rapping attacking laughing and stacking
Moving like it's dope but it's candy shit
〈.?.〉 on my temper so I use so you don't notice it
I live in these streets, you on that spoil shit
True breed from the compound of fuck a biotch
〈Chorus〉
Ooh, baby (baby)
I came from the streets (I came from the streets)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ooh, Baby (baby)
I came from the streets (I came from the streets)
Oh yeah

〈Outro〉
Ooh, baby
I came from the streets
Oh yeah
Ooh, Baby
I came from the streets
Oh yeah