Ghetto Lyrics

'Boy

Growing up in the ghetto

Hanging out on corners

Singin' with the fellas

Lookin' for the cute chicks

Trying to find a bit of fun

Looking for some trouble

Or anyone who'll give me some'

Compressors

Reader writers

I use em all day

Nigga fuck with mob

I swear to God it'll be a close case

Stay down for my niggas ain't no switchin what more can I say

Told the Lord Heaven or Hell just send me with my Gang

I mean that

All the pape I got can't bring the guys back

And still I be thuggin I know they lookin like he really that

When its my time I hope I go wherever they be at

Until that day I'm clutching straps and gettin pape from sellin packs

Legends in my bloodline

Born in that one mob

No matter what they on I'm down to ride

Niggas talk the gang to death

I got this 30 like I'm steph

We really steppin boy you never been outside

Og wonder where I'm from I ran streets since I was young sneakin out with the gang throwin signs

Yea I'm chillin

But no slippin

I don't want to but I'm willing

Play with me the wrong way and you gone die

I was young and crazy

In the ghetto

Didn't know what my life would be

In the ghetto

I was dumb and oh so lazy

In the ghetto

Something had a spell on me

In the ghetto

You want to know what I'm talkin' bout?

Shoe box fulla pape just off a eighths I be stackin different

Spent a lite band for some jeans they was not on clearance

I know every nigga in yo hood you ain't valid in it

Christian loubitins on the shoes but I ain't religious

MacBoy soldier muthafuck the other side

Yo mans tried to play it crazy he got crucified

Swimmin in that water shit you in is barely ankle high

I'm tryna flood the rollie out you stackin for a apple watch

What you on nigga

We got bows

We got pills

We got zones on us

Mask on in the kitchen it ain't for corona

I got niggas sliding in the morning like they bang jahova

I'ma head stackin for the bread posted with the toaster

Spin the block and hit a couple opps now they hood kosher

You can't fake the cut if you ain't with it bib this shit'll fold yah

Sped off in the shooter with the rugar screaming cosa nostra

I was young and crazy

Aye

In the ghetto

Only the real feel this shit

Didn't know what my life would be

In the ghetto For all my ghetto niggas

I was dumb and oh so lazy

I know you all feel it

In the ghetto

Something had a spell on me

RIP all my niggas RIP my baby E, Jeff, Darius

In the ghetto

You want to know what I'm talkin' bout?

I know it get hard out there nigga

shit I'm going through all type of shit my nigga but don't let that shit fold you you hear me ?

stick to the mission

aye