Ghetto

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Slimkidd

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Infamous on the beat
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Look
I was born in the ghetto
I was bred in the ghetto
I'm chasing bread In the ghetto
I've seen a couple hustlers let it go
But see I'm a never fold
I'm chasing the pot of Gold
And the streets turned my heart cold
We was friends now we turned foes
All this beef man it hurt my soul
Yeah it hurt my soul
You ain't see me never fold
I been chasing me the pot of gold
Ahh
That's why my heart cold
I sold weed in the ghetto
Niggas change
When I was broke nobody used to ask me for money
Now people asking me for money they be like you changed
I be like no you never used to ask me for money so technically you changed
It was cloudy days with no rain
Smoking on that cheap strain
Me and my brothers we was stealing from the local store
We just had to eat
We bonded in the streets
If a homie turned a rat ughh we just made him bleed
Blood this a family
This ain't no gang
We gon smoke
We gon pop
We gon trigger bang bang
Look
Boy you switched side nigga
Was always by your side nigga
So I put it work
Double my respect
I was born in the ghetto
I was bred in the ghetto
I'm chasing bread In the ghetto
I've seen a couple hustlers let it go
But see I'm a never fold
I'm chasing the pot of Gold
And the streets turned my heart cold
We was friends now we turned foes
All this beef man it hurt my soul
When it goes dark well I feel more pain
Pops don't like me , mama say I should pray
It's deep in my heart God will make a way
If it's wrong or right I got to keep the family safe
My homie slipped back
He smoking crack cocaine
Used to rap profane
And now he sad all day oii
He used to chase dreams
Right but now he day dreams
And he always plotting schemes of getting high and not rich
I told him fight you no bitch
I give am hand e no reach
I know that I'm a sinner
But the pastors gats preach
If it's a service or a funeral
The choirs gon sing
Got to cover all the leaks
Or the ship is gon sink oii
I was born in the ghetto
I was bred in the ghetto
I'm chasing bread In the ghetto
I've seen a couple hustlers let it go
But see I'm a never fold
I'm chasing the pot of Gold
And the streets turned my heart cold
We was friends now we turned foes
All this beef man it hurt my soul
Yeah it hurt my soul
You ain't see me never fold
I been chasing me the pot of gold
Ahh
That's why my heart cold
I sold weed in the ghetto
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