Young Scooter - Street Lottery lyrics

(feat. Bun B) [Chorus:] Growing up as a young n***a, Young n***a running with them OGs I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery. Growing up as a young n***a, Young n***a running with them OGs I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery. [Verse 1:] I'm the street's dictionary, January to January. I'm after money, c**aine runner I got odd numbers, 3 40 for a pile, let me go number. That noter out in the street if he want some money I always keep it real, never snitch in front of you When I was nine years old I didn't have a lot of money Dad inspired me to get money. Now I'm riding in the Porche thinking I think I'm beying franklins I was young, my momma had a package I was born as a round rapper. [Chorus:] Growing up as a young n***a, Young n***a running with them OGs I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery. Growing up as a young n***a, Young n***a running with them OGs I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery. [Verse 2:] Back in the days when I started the game It was all about the loyalty, the cast that feel the same It was all about getting down together for the change, It was all about the fame and f** whoever came. We was young, but down for each other in the trap, Fighting in the streets way before we had the straps, f**ing on these hoes way before we had the money, So n***as gotta pay in store, acting funny. We understood the rules and the cause of the Gs Never beet for the p**y, just money or the cheese. To go from BGs to OGs, that's how it's gotta be Is the young trio n***as, we're the street's lottery. For real, n***a. [Chorus:] Growing up as a young n***a, Young n***a running with them OGs I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery. Growing up as a young n***a, Young n***a running with them OGs I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery. [Bridge:] Growing out as a young n***a, everybody wants to be a boss, Have to build my own lane, I could show OG how to ball. I know everything about the streets, never did time behind the wall I know some young n***as gone, never coming home, behind the walls. Who had no money for a lawyer, Probably defended their destroyer, Cases beat with a lawyer You a young n***a, this how they try to spoil you. [Chorus:] Growing up as a young n***a, Young n***a running with them OGs I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery. Growing up as a young n***a, Young n***a running with them OGs I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery.