[Verse] Product of the slum Born and raised in the creek, gotta be numb All my life, all I seen was a gun Dreamed of a Benz with the butter pecan In the slums where you better have one And the odds of makin' it out? Slim to none Chances of seeing twenty-one? But where I'm from, that's already a dub That's why we look up to the plug We ain't got no one else to look up to You seen what I been through Still got the same friends since middle school You would not understand what I'm tellin' you If you knew, then you know that it would scare you Wouldn't believe all the things that I had to do If I told you everything, then I'd be a fool [Pre-Chorus] That's why I'm a G And it ain't where you're from, it's where you wanna be Told my mama, "Just pray for me" "Your little baby boy is on a journey" I had to get it out the creek And it ain't where you're from, it's where you wanna be Told my mama, "Just pray for me" "Your little baby boy is on a journey" [Chorus] And I swear to God, I made it And I made it out the creek Swear to God, I made it Made it out the creek Swear to God, I made it And I made it out the creek Swear to God, I made it And I made it out the creek Swear to God, I made it And I made it out the creek Swear to God, I made it Made it out the creek Swear to God, I made it Made it out the creek Swear to God, I made it Made it out the creek [Outro] Pray for all my niggas in the street Pray for all my niggas in the street Pray for all my niggas in the street Pray for all my niggas in the street Pray for all my niggas in the street Pray for all my niggas in the street Pray for all my niggas in the street Pray for all my niggas in the street Pray for all my niggas in
