歌手：Nyck Caution
时间：2020-12-11
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Product Of My Environment(feat. Kota the Friend & Erick the Architect) (Explicit) - Nyck Caution/Erick The Architect/KOTA The Friend
Composed by：Avery Jones/Erick Elliott/Jesse Cordasco
Ayy yeah
Ayy ayy uh
This is how the story begins
Yeah uh
It started as a little middle-aged
Married couple who just had an only kid to raise
Sean Joseph and then about five years later
Conceived a little Jesse on vacation to Jamaica
They was
They was living in Brooklyn from the Basin
His dad wanted life with no limitations
Took him to the park and covered his head
With yellow tape from the bench
Then you know what he said
I'll call you Caution it seems
Fittin' for your character
That wild child that run around
Bad at taking rules and always
Fresh when he run his mouth
Maybе it was destiny to name him
Something that hе was all about
The process a lot harder than it seemed
In middle school he started writing
In his book full of dreams
Full of dreams
He told his friends he had these rhymes and raps
He tried to flow they just smiled and laughed
'Cause they was at the park doing s**t that he wouldn't do
Well he was there too but
A different path he would choose
Poppin' pills like they vitamins
That s**t not exciting him
Still he turned out d**e
D**e so yeah
Guess he's just a product of his environment
Yeah uh
I'm just a product of my environment
Uh save up get a pack serve the hood get it back
If I see the opps they receivin' shots
Never leave the block 'cause gotta get these dollars
Streets don't sleep so neither do I 'cuz
Got a couple homies in the ground
Got a couple homies in the cell
Got a couple homies doin' well
Went to college graduated met a girl had kids
We both from the trap but they made it out this s**t
And I'm glad 'cause I'm here and I'm stressed out
Bullets in my door this ain't livin' it's something different
We never had a pot to piss in
Mama an alcoholic and Daddy just a lazy optimistic
That's a*s whoopings and empty fridges
Ever since a youngin was hustling 'cause I had to
Junior high selling dime bags out the bathroom
Now I'm selling weight and with the money come the hate
I got a ulcer in my stomach but the cash rules
I'm just a product of my environment
I'm just a product of my environment
Ayy the way I came up man
I can argue for less
Mom's totally blind Pop's partially deaf
Always strive without the strength
The weight is all in my chest
Most important is the love
When postpartum depressed
Ma raised her two sons she named 'em Chris and Ron
By the time I was conceived grandpa already gone
Never met him but I struggle with the thought
That my dad is in Jamaica while
My moms is in New York
Thank God that they ain't split up
Too many without pops is gettin' hit up
When the opposition break your
Optimism and you give up Grrt
A Reiki healer told me I was born with guilt
So when you say you lost your way
I know just how you feel right
Cry tears to fill a bathtub it's all relative
I'm transparent like the films
I made negatives
Comparing pain with another
It's irrelevant
We all goin' through some s**t
Yo yo yo but who's tellin' it
I hated seeing through they lens
Grateful that I ain't dumb
Never been ashamed of who
I am or where I came from
F**k the mainstream
I stream through rivers like the ancients
My head inside my studies
Help me break it down to basics basics
I guess I'm a product of my environment
