Still Ina Ghetto Lyrics

Don't fit in, that's hell. It's hell when you can't be around your peers

All my life I've lived around black people, poor people

But I can't live around poor people now because they'll rob me

And why would they rob me? Because they're starving

Because there's no money here

But they're telling me, now that I made a little money, I have to move here

So it's not like no one's ever trying to deal with this section

They're just moving away from me

What you want, Josh

I love the game like Luka Doncic

Brodie got a button ona glock he shooting all of it

I step outside I make a couple plays then I'm counting it

You niggas brokw you standing ona block cant even make a flip

Brody spending with the A.R.P., he need a man-kit

You say you want it, come and get it, cause I'm selling all of it

You gotta hustle, a nigga can't knock it

They gon' hit a shit, bumping in the club to start a mosh pit

Bags out the Za, boofing up the room it smell like armpits

Brody got a baby drake, you know that nigga drake & Joshing

Drop a line of that pai in a soda, get to nodding

I'm trying to get rich like I'm Roddy. Brody tote the pipe like Roddie

When I go up on move, I clean my hands with some Comet

When I walk up out that bank, you hear the rubber bands popping

Shorty got that bomb head, yeah that bitch atomic

Them niggas bitches acting like hoes, yeah these niggas barbies

My slimes might spin broad day in a Honda

Hit this block with them switches, gotta sound it like a concert

I put out a bankroll, you know that shit beyond her

Got all this fucking syrup in the trap, looking like Ms. Butterworth

Do I wanna rob this nigga? No, it's not worth it

Do I wanna pop this RP? I might start a kurkin

Promethazine, with that soda, got a nigga burping

Brody spin this block five times so they get the purpose