Young Scooter - Street Lottery Lyrics
(Chorus)Growing up as a young nigger,Young nigger running with them OGsI know the streets in and out, niggerYou can call me the street’s lottery.Growing up as a young nigger,Young nigger running with them OGsI know the streets in and out, niggerYou can call me the street’s lottery.(Verse)I’m the street’s dictionary,January to January.I’m after money, cocaine runnerI got odd numbers, 3 40 for a pile, let me go number.That noter out in the street if he want some moneyI always keep it real, never snitch in front of youWhen I was nine years old I didn’t have a lot of moneyDad inspired me to get money.Now I’m riding in the Porche thinkingI think I’m beying franklinsI was young, my momma had a packageI was born as a round rapper.(Chorus)Growing up as a young nigger,Young nigger running with them OGsI know the streets in and out, niggerYou can call me the street’s lottery.Growing up as a young nigger,Young nigger running with them OGsI know the streets in and out, niggerYou can call me the street’s lottery.(Verse)Back in the days when I started the gameIt was all about the loyalty, the cast that feel the sameIt was all about getting down together for the change,It was all about the fame and ***** whoever came.We was young, but down for each other in the trap,Fighting in the streets way before we had the straps,*****ing on these hoes way before we had the money,So niggers gotta pay in store, acting funny.We understood the rules and the cause of the GsNever beet for the *****, just money or the cheese.To go from BGs to OGs, that’s how it’s gotta beIs the young trio niggers, we’re the street’s lottery.For real, nigger.(Chorus)Growing up as a young nigger,Young nigger running with them OGsI know the streets in and out, niggerYou can call me the street’s lottery.Growing up as a young nigger,Young nigger running with them OGsI know the streets in and out, niggerYou can call me the street’s lottery.(Bridge)Growing out as a young nigger, 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 wallI know some young niggers gone, never coming home, behind the walls.Who had no money for a lawyer,Probably defended their destroyer,Cases beat with a lawyerYou a young nigger, this how they try to spoil you.(Chorus)Growing up as a young nigger,Young nigger running with them OGsI know the streets in and out, niggerYou can call me the street’s lottery.Growing up as a young nigger,Young nigger running with them OGsI know the streets in and out, niggerYou can call me the street’s lottery.
