Lyrics:
Come on, come on
Yeah
Feel good don't it?
[Verse 1]
This is for warm days and drift away
While the sun sets and the ghetto's play
Long nights
to death son, you ever thought about that?
[Verse 1]
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops
represent the muthafuckin red and the blue,
? shoes? I mean, the bangas, the killas, the gangstas
But nigga I'm a swamp, professional ghetto, rap slanga
With blond hair, blue eyes, the whole shabang
I know one thing, police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothing, constantly jockin' me
a ride I peep like five exits (like five)
Four niggas no less than nine weapons
Hundreds comin' blue like a iMessage (all blue)
You know the life we
and blues
Ago blow like van fuse when mi tramp move
SLR, camouflage and mi timberland shoes
Confused by di sniper hand moves
Mi nuh fling big stone offa bwoy
Making time fly by
Where did my day go?
Boss bitch in public
Behind the scenes, she a hoe
I make you feel good
Cause I think that you special
Telling me
Frankford line to the bad lands
Oh Lehigh avenue!
I can hear Spanish girls singing
Acappella ghetto blues
I started humming along
It could have been the 37th
I'm the evil brother of Gabriel
I was cast into the darkness by Raphael
I was known to Jacob as Azazel
When I fed upon the sins of Israel
Hiding in
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin' to make my chips
I
into drug lords
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin'
Dear Mama
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
P.O. and no 'dro
Picture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho
L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that)
A ghetto vision
bond
By the way whatever happened to, word is bond?
The brother ak lied to me during ramadan
I'm taking no prisoners, takin no shorts
Still drink
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
[master p]
So I'm crazy, drive by miss daisy
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and killin' babies
I
for y'all, we wouldn't be real players
Ha ha ha ha ha
We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
independent thugs
Everywhere we getting ghetto love
We done made it through the struggle
We ghetto gold superstars
In candy blue wide body cars
Crawling up
the fix
The city the grind low ranks on the lookout
The blue ride by smoke a pig like a cookout
Cumulate the criminals
Subtract um' by the church goers
to click so get gone, or catch one to the dome
Mo City Texas that's my home, but I can roam all over
So much ghetto love, these cats gone get me full up
Or a single mother from the ghetto either
Fuck y'all
It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in
Goes by the name of Puerto Rico
Nigga the champ is
always tell me don't you rush to get old
But rarely did I listen to the shit I was told
I was a ghetto boy long before the rap group existed
I use
Really tryna get into?
I'm single and I live by myself
Young, black, successful
But I can't stay up out the ghetto
And I just got that new
'Vette for
can’t do
Rounding sheep up like a hound
You know I can’t snooze
Grew up in the ghettos but I made it
Now my clout is rising like the navy
I got Jesus by
blue shirt
I'm ballin' call me Durk
Trained by the man above
This is what I does I ain't going away like you flies done buzz
Word from the heart
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