Ghetto (Album Version|Explicit)

Leave my heart to the ghetto rubber bands stuffed all in up o yeah o yeah

Get money

Get money

That's the motto

Hustle all day then we do the s**t tomorrow

I'm in the ghetto

Ghetto

I'm in the ghetto

Ghetto

Gotta get it

Gotta get it

That's the motto

Live for today you might never see tomorrow

I'm in the ghetto

Ghetto

I'm in the ghetto

Ghetto

See I went straight to the pros who done it like me

Breakup the flow now they holla he a beast

From the city where there's killers &dealers &street beef

And them crackers on the corner every avenue and place

And my homies servin' hard cause they livin' by the day

See I do it for my family and hustled by the way

Now I'm back up on the block ya see I'm cooler than them others

Certified colored sneakers

Keep a fitted for the club when I step out on the scene all them h*es be showin' love

They know that I'm the dude that be ringing through the block

Ace ace ace ace

Yeah fool heard it right

I done been down to the bottom now I'm bound to see the top my hood

You gotta love ya hood you need to love your projects ay get me get me

I got 'em a couple triple beams about an ounce of bakin soda

I got that revenue that's hittin' colder than Sammy Sosa

Incomprehensible

You see growing up I seen a lot of things I weren't supposed

So growing up I lost a lot of people that were closer

That's why I stay up on my grind and only roll with soldiers

I hit the block and serve em everything away from soda don't f**k with out the soda

Sellin' coke with out the cola my clientele is strictly rock you can tell it by the odor

I keep that nine with the mac hid underneath the sofa

So if you riding tricks I suggest a coma them p***y n***as want me dead so I suggest and dopa

Yeah I wake up in the ghetto trying dream a couple mill

I'm forced to get momma shooting up and popping pills

Daddy on the porch with no remorse he sitting still

This be the city that never pity they would rather kill

I wipe my eyes and check my clientele who by yourself

I grab the pots and baking soda yeah that odor smell

This be the hood I got connections like a phone cable

So watch where you work cause a mistake can be fatal

Cause crakas searching for that person though I'm underable

Can't find no witness f**k them snitches that get snitches popped

Another day just talking on the block

With a million on my Glock

And a half off in my sock