"Product Of My Environment" lyrics

This for all the serial hustlers
This for all my niggas that turn nothin' into somethin'
When it feel good when you started with nothin'
Most of the people I know started off with a junkie
A hundred thousand was rich to me
I remember Christmas when the present was a Christmas tree
Money ain't shit to me, a million ain't rich to me
A ounce just a zip to me, ain't rich enough to get some sleep

I'm from Detroit where we hustle for recreation
People dyin' young, them babies be havin' babies
The money only thing that can save you, better save it
Everybody don't make it out, it feel amazing
I thought I was gon' die on them blocks
That's the reason why I ride with a chop
I got some more shit to accomplish, I can't go out like Pac
That's why every time we get a chance we slide on the opps
That's the reason why the grind don't stop, and I don't sleep
My whole family need my help, depend on me
And I know that life ain't free, and rent ain't cheap
I seen niggas get my help, then shit on me
My close friends turnt they back, I trust myself
Before I let these niggas kill me, or bust myself
I'd rather go sit in a cell, for I go tell
And I never ask these niggas to pay my bail

I'm what a hustler really look like
'Cause I'm a product of my environment
They say I'm what the ghetto look like
'Cause I'm a product of my environment
I'm what a real nigga look like
'Cause I'm a product of my environment
I'm rich, I still ride with my pipe
'Cause I'm a product of my environment

I'm what my neighborhood look like
This for my niggas taking chances with three strikes
Can't let them niggas catch me in traffic, don't stop at lights
I'm exactly what the grind look like, sleepless nights
Same niggas that wanna kill you will shake your hand
It don't be your opps that'll get you, it be your friends
I ain't know what was gon' happen, I took that chance
I done lost money, nigga, I done lost friends
I miss my money the most
Gotta watch out for them old niggas that's keeping you close
Niggas tryna pull up on me, turn me to a ghost
Keep your head on the swivel, keep your feet on the floor
I'm what the struggle look like, for real
Turn nothin' to somethin', I'm what hustle look like for real
I sold weed, sold pills, seen fiends, OD'd
On no season, not breathin'
I seen niggas get killed, I got hit, I just healed
It's takin' everything in me just to chill and not kill
I made it out, I almost failed

I'm what a hustler really look like
'Cause I'm a product of my environment
They say I'm what the ghetto look like
'Cause I'm a product of my environment
I'm what a real nigga look like
'Cause I'm a product of my environment
I'm rich, I still ride with my pipe
'Cause I'm a product of my environment