Ghetto Gospel Lyrics

(Aye) That shit is crazy, I can't fuck with niggas they be shady and they lazy

Ninth grade I started getting high my momma hated it

She like boy stop all that cocky acting stuff you ain't no trophy

I told the groupie bag back she don't know me

I had to put the juice down momma say its bad for me

But I'm still toting on this 40 guaranteed this smitty on me

Me and Mari fucked a bitch we almost lost it all

That's why you got to watch these women, they intentions fraud

When Jeremy died I couldn't cry I had to stand tall

Kani went to hating, I dropped his homie twice up in the stalls

I hate rats, these pussy niggas and these bops

I told my dawg to watch his bitch cause she be giving out your drop

Running plays taking your money, now they gunning at your top

Can you believe this nigga asked me if I'm working with the opponents

That shit is crazy

I can't fuck with niggas they be shady and they lazy

My hustle come from real 80's babies making payments

Ninth grade I started getting high my momma hated it

I had to find myself before I tried to find them dividends

My energy is priceless cutting niggas on that goofy shit

Removing principalities out my life that don't want see me grin

Boa, Wells, Chase & Navy, who you banking with?

The first time I ever touched a gun I smacked my target

Remember making bets, who could score a shot the farthest

I knew I was always different neva knew I was a artist

My family always got they own views on how I bargain

I'm a young one and I'm shitting on u niggas grab the charming

If we talking accolades I got a lot and I just started

Up this Glock with this switch it get to bussing it go retarded

4oeRacks, I got the highest value on the market

Watch how I (Ball), like the light-skinned nigga that play for Charlotte

I'm a trophy in my city why these bitches try to knock it

Up this Glock and get to popping

When it start you can't stop it

I ain't tripping off no niggas call my twin if its a problem

Mopsticks we gone drop them hit they block and milly-rock it

Nigga pass the Mentos these niggas got me shit talking

Dropped a eight up in my cup now these niggas got me working

(Aye) I'm smoking on this Nun2Majorr so go shop it

Stack At All Cost and HFI the brands so go cop them

She like boy stop all that cocky acting stuff you ain't no trophy

I told the groupie bag back she don't know me

I had to put the juice down momma say its bad for me

But I'm still toting on this 40 guaranteed this smitty on me

That shit is crazy

I can't fuck with niggas they be shady and they lazy

My hustle come from real 80's babies making payments

Ninth grade I started getting high my momma hated it

I had to find myself before I tried to find them dividends