Lyrics:
is the product
"Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit,
And you ain't gon' never be shit!"
I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put
a Lamborghini if this ain't the life then god forgive us
Pop a bottle fuck a model M.O.B. is our motto
Once you get that money and the power then the bitches
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
By the ghetto
Was taught young to pop the medal
That's how shit get settled
Learn to cook up the coke
Never leave home without toast
Learn to fly
the public
But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake
By all means I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
For my life as a ghetto child.
. There's so much pain
Verse 1: ????
I remember as a little kid.
Growing up. Many of my friends didn't make it
all teeth yellow
Link up with them boys and feel mellow
Pop ecstasy pill and eat jello
Life of a young star in these ghetto
Daddy was a disgrace
Mommy
apple
Ghetto rebel youts comin' at yuh
This is how it goes
When you living life on the road
Cops come kickin’ in ya door
They said you broke the law
She done came in my life and tried to destroy it
Every time I lay eyes on ma' I just wanna fuck her
To put my lil' baby in her she had an abortion
jewels extra large like stretch I'll show you my strength
Fiends get their check on the first
Be gone by the second the third they
Come on stolen shit
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine
Fuckin' with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD
Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition
up
So you keep your hate up, (straight up)
We gon' show you how it's done man
King of the Ghetto and Corleone
Screwed up click for life nigga, real
Comin' straight out the slums
Get a gun if they wanna kidnap ya
Lord forgive me I can't listen to the pastor
I'mma still do my dirt through this life
pop)
Even though I don’t want to
This is what I go through
On the street (street life)
I like to keep it neat
Keep it discreet
Never share no feelings
the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggas my pop's age that
Throwing up blood.
Fuck it Lay, let's sign our life away!
You see me
I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no
these bottles to celebrate my pain (Pop it up)
Sometimes it's sunny yeah but i make it rain
Everyday every day by day (Yeah)
Another blessing come my way
dealin' with a system
That don't give a fuck about who shot her son
Imagine life where you can't win
When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen
come
You better jump up on it
Just like the beat goes on life goes on
Porsha (O'Dell):
And the tank goes on (Tank goes on)
You
on, life goes on
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only get one song (don't let life pass you)
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only
the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggas my pop's age that
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
sidekick
Fortune and the fame ain't what she's about
Cuz she gon stand up by my side
When the live lights go out
And I gotta have ‘er in my life
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