GHETTO GOSPEL Lyrics

See all my life I had to go and get it Used to think that trappin' was the only way

to get it Momma thankful for that dope game

Shit forever changed my spirit Still a hustler, do you hear me

Want them suckas far from near me Boy, you pussy, please don't temp me

I don't hang around who envy that Whatever to keep mine winning

Ghetto guns for I'm still selling Lord, I'm trying to see a billion

You can't hit it with your eyes closed You'll get mossed up on this road

If you got faith, no rush for time Boy, you better shredding your spine

I'm close to switching any point in time I've been missing wearing your pride

Now I'm about to squeeze you like a lime I got guardian angels

That keep some cards up on the table I ain't trippin' off nothing

Yeah, tell them haters, keep on numbin' Battery need a jumper, stay connected

Just that ghetto guy with no Chevy I'm still reppin

Just be careful where you headed Don't fuss blockin' blessings

We packed fully for those lessons We packed fully for those lessons

Just that ghetto gospel section Play the Lord, keep on reppin

In that ghetto gospel section All that devil, keep on testin

Play the Lord, keep on reppin' In that ghetto gospel section

All that devil, keep on testin' Just that ghetto gospel section

Ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel

Ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel

You can't burst men for top, used to stuff it in my sock

Was fascinated, dope boy block, dissed that dope boy ambition

Used to watch the Grams get kickin', daddy play with chicken different

Love the way the jewelry glisten, used to think to be a man

Had to spend time in a pen, pull out the feds and came home

Fixed you what I did, you would've fo'ed Yeah, that pressure make him switch goals

They don't love you when you gone, there's no money placed on that phone

You can't even hear a ringtone, nigga, that's that savage life

You bake fish, used to pray for pipes, vacuum seals

I see cotton pills, nigga, this that real

Used to get it ready, express it overnight

Get my money tight, get al pop in my ear, what all that

What if he right? Nigga, when I was strugglin

Got mustacoffed, that muzzle kicked

Nigga, smell that money, come around on that buddy shit

Sell a party I don't do, I'm all the bitches true

I've been left there by a few, used to work where there's a few

Now I'm thankin' God I got through it, bound out in them sewers

Lil' T over love, together fuck a dove

Rest in peace to my loved ones, puttin' on for my thugs

Puttin' on for my guys, puttin' on for that grind

This that ghetto gospel section, pray to Lord keep a weapon

Or the devil keep on textin' in that ghetto gospel section

Pray to Lord keep a weapon in that ghetto gospel section

Or the devil keep on textin' in that ghetto gospel section

Ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel

Ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel