Deepsound — Problem

The street raises you
and the mob puts you on your feet.
The street raises you
and the mob puts you on your feet.
They said if you want to ride, then get it, ride.
You ain't got nothing to lose if you die.
The streets raised me, but the mob put me on my feet.
Where you wanna go? You choose, baby, you're my treat.
I put the pounds in the bag and the rest in the stash.
If I see blue lights, then it's all gonna crash.