Moneybagg Yo, OG Boo Dirty - Raised Like That lyrics

Young Swagg
It didn't have to happen, such a tragedy
But you weren't raised like that
You know what I'm sayin? Yeah

Okay, okay, producer
(deuce) , I'm in Dolce, yeah Gabbana (fresh)
I knew one day I would pop off
Like the top on the rosé, Yeah the bottle
Oh he'd blessed a nigga with some knowledge
(blessed)
I was raised to go and get paid (yeah)
Servin' J's for the Michael J's
(what) , what bitches do for money
You would be amazed (woo)
Perfected my craft for the ones that I love
(the ones that I love)
And put my time in nothing that
I can't get nothing out of (I swear)
Oh you thought I did this for the one of it
Nah (nigga, nah)
Nigga plays John man
(John man) , and we fly as hell
Aladdin (I'm French)
One phone call that's tragic (woo)
Had the bulls laying on you like a pellet
(wow) had to put the B on, she come from
A good home, got out on her own
Shit start to go wrong (wrong)
Got with a nigga with nothing
Friends callin' her stupid
(stupid) , he'll sex wit her fame
And fuckin' all his groupies (damn)
Now she feel bad 'cause she was in love
(damn) , then she get high
And now she on drugs (woo)
Pullin' tricks and wearing makeup, found out
Shit easy to get into, Hard to get out of

You weren't raised like that (look)
Hate it had to happen (hate it had to happen)
Heard he gave it to ya in broad day
(fuck that)
Damn, what a tragedy (that was your crime)
You weren't raised like that
(you weren't raised, tho)
Man, who turnt you out?
(Man, who turnt you out?)
Momma got tired of you bookin' her (she do)
So she put your ass out (right out)
You weren't raised like that (I swear)
You come from a good home
(you come from a good family)
Now you run around fuckin' the city (damn)
What kind of shit is you on? (Answer that)
You weren't raised like that (yah)
You was a good girl (You was a good girl)
Poppin' pills, fuckin' for deals (yeah)
Fuckin' up your world (damn, damn)

Told you I'd make it happen (I did) , way
Way before the rappin' (I told ya)
See my money often had my fingers crossed
(crossed)
Prayin' I received the packages (I promise)
Yeah, I love you with a passion
(I love you)
But I wasn't thinking about marriage
(I wasn't)
You chasin' love and I'm chasin'
Dreams, we didn't worked out
I really hated that (no)
Two homies gone in two months (damn) , damn
I lost my niggas to that gunfire
(to that gunfire) fucked me up on the inside
(fucked me up)
'cause a nigga had to see their mom cry
(see their mom cry)
Real or nothin' or none at all (yeah)
Could know it something that
Get your life took (for real)
From out the block
They gettin' shows booked (what) , yeah
The money got me with a nice look (dessert)
Little haters hatin', havin'
Pockets on swoll
Lookin' like they got the jacket (woo)
Gucci this, Louis that
Designer mismatching like a nigga tacky
(fresh)
Took your bitch, I know you hate'd it happen
(damn) , good head for my satisfaction (ahhh)
See me now, nigga livin' lavish (woo)
Me and some hittas sittin' in a mansion
(yeah) for real

You weren't raised like that (look)
Hate it had to happen (hate it had to happen)
Heard he gave it to ya in broad day
(fuck that)
Damn, what a tragedy (that was your crime)
You weren't raised like that
(you weren't raised, tho)
Man, who turnt you out?
(Man, who turnt you out?)
Momma got tired of you bookin' her (she do)
So she put your ass out (right out)
You weren't raised like that (I swear)
You come from a good home
(you come from a good family)
Now you run around fuckin' the city (damn)
What kind of shit is you on? (Answer that)
You weren't raised like that (yah)
You was a good girl (You was a good girl)
Poppin' pills, fuckin' for deals (yeah)
Fuckin' up your world (damn, damn)
And you weren't raised like that

I grew up in a small hood (yeah)
Wakin' up bangin' what's all good? (what)
Pull up droppin' shit, I wish you would
(pow) , broad day
A shoot-off back in front of the school
(p-p-pow) yeah, I was raised like that
(yeah)
Hundred rounds jumpin' out the K like yeah
(pow)
Point blank wrench in your face, like yeah
(paw) , on a block with the
Crips and the 8 balls, Yeah (yeah)
Mmh, had to man up, in
The kitchen like a chef, Whip the grams up
(wow) field tan nigga in the bands up
Can't let the feel rubber band up (rrt)
I was getting dough like that (woo)
Balls nigga shooter don't go like that (pow)
Damn, little Corey had to go like that
(man)
Why could a G have to go like that? (Damn)
We weren't raised like that (woo)
Never pull out with another ho like that (no)
My niggas would never let me go like that
(no)
I just want my niggas back (I want 'em back)
I said, I just want my niggas back
(I want 'em back)
If I had one wish, I want my niggas back
(OG, OG)