The Ghetto

My nigga face the time and when we talk he sound cool with it

These are consequences when you grew up in it

When we started rapping we ain't have much

When we was growing up we ain't have enough to have boys

Older niggas sit on back blocks, some push rock

Respect to us was everything, other shit is make believe

Everybody's goal was making to the league

Just young niggas, witness drive by's and broad daylight

Niggas curbside we never felt, damn this ain't right

I'm talking young niggas, mourn their best friends at grave sites