Lyrics:
America's Facade is on full display,
it took the video to put em away
Hey -look at the world, look at the fear, the pain,
Look at The grief that's been
I'ma grind hard and I
And I’ll never stop
I used to wish all these niggas that hated died
Now the haters is who I’m motivated by
To get my cash right
chest
Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto
No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat
Word for y'all to earn my reject
Get it out of here, attack
far
The words I spit
Be’s like acid to the sink
Great David was born to do it
I was born to win
Step by step I grow up
Continue to spin
I rap so good
(money, money money, money)
What it's 'bout i've been out here all day
Trappin' out the house
I am what you call dirty south
I'm doin' my thang
So ghetto
around blocks and corners for me
Pain before the glory
I can tell this sort of story
Nigga I came from it
I got my name from it, I ain't ashamed of it
pains and tears into my dreams
so they com through am wilding
i tell mama am a king i'll take you out
of the ghetto life i promise
Make sure that
w- (Sheng Yeng)
Dem gyal ah red eye, never mek right
Me deh 'ya suh for life, dem ah get by
Never bow fi di fame (no), heads high
Deh back ah me,
The game abuse it, it's pain in music
But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest
I get lame and lose it, beef? Came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames
glocks, bring you the pain
We can bust wit these pistols or throw up from the shoulders
Cause you mark-ass niggaz can't fuck wit old school soldiers
Back in
the best
Yeah, yet I'm still hungry
Humble in the same breath covering your country
Dirt all by my lonely
Push it to the limit like Miami hit the Tony
I
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
And the only
the ghetto, we struggle or we hustle til we bubble
On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot
Don't press that new, but a new clear shot
Fire, fire,
I feel pain
Got a nigga paranoid around partners, I feel strange
Watching my back, cocking my gat, strapped at all times
Punishing motherfuckers,
and thank
The lord, for giving me another way to get paid
King of the motherfucking ghetto where these guns get sprayed
Whether I'm fucking with a bitch, I'm
what you don't have so far neither one's happened
But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
That
hit
Leave a nigga at a funeral cryin with no bitch
Some Thug Lord shit nigga shoot up ya coffin
Niggas cross game get murdered by bosses
Cost's yo
the trap
Kind of curse me
It's flooded in my raps when I
Look back in all my verses
The D's pass by and double
Back round to search us
'Cause I get birds
could bleed in a pot
And make a soup that’d go
For 10 dollars a pot
En la calle
On a collision course with incarceration
Consumed by the lies
on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose
Whips fly in the wind
Checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose
All my ex’s got
me
Big Dolla, not the lil' one, come and eat just like a pilgrim
Whole entire family know I wheeled 'em out the ghetto
But can't take it out a nigga
the pain in all these documents
Tales from my providence
Crazy, I ain't never met you, porches link our guidance
They view porches as our limits, I view
Niggas turned on in the game
Leavin' 'em dead
I play by the rules, niggas is playin' chess
With the same mindset
I'm livin' with no regrets
I found out
helping me through, what I been through
Lately thangs been crazy, but it's all good
I'mma stay on my knees, and pray for every
Ghetto and, every hood
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