Lyrics:
Wake up wake up
Ghetto children
Wake up wake up
Ghetto children
Ghetto boy
You're my life
And there's so much for you to protect
she in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes, old boy Mike got one
Don't be ashamed of the projects shawty, let 'em know
to contend
You aint write it dont advice it
Aint no need to pretend
Get a hit spend them chips
Yea im pleased by the win im convinced boy its fraud
I heard
tell a nigga
How you feel when they here
This is for all those livin stars out there
The ghetto legends (real niggas)
Niggas that's really doin
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
slide
Heaven is a ghetto, keep a angel by my side
My tombstone gon' read, "Fuckin' Legend" when I die
Buncha liquor, buncha weed, even the reverend
John Hardy he was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot a man on the West virginia line
Might have seen John Hardy getting
walked up and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
admit it)
I admit it, I did it (I did it, yeah)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it
I admit it, I love Steve Harvey
John Legend
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
gonna work? You know you owe me too much to stop."
John said, "I got a little workin' to do but I ain't goin' by your clock."
People said John was
slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it
down, it's your boy, one and only Real McCoy
Really was on my way out, start to give you a little more!
Dope rap, shout it up, smoke it up, pour it up
him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell,
up, wake up
Hey, hey
You're a ghetto boy
You're my life
And there's so much for you to protect and to save
And baby boy don't hit your wife
and took him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."
John Hardy stood in his old jail
to the grave)
Life ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto (livin' in the ghetto)
From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child
I've been known
& saved by the bell
Aim good, flow sick
Reflex game quick
Murder the game, forsaking the fame
I'm feeling like John Wick
John Wick, John Wick
John Wick,
I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood
'Til all this black on black crime stop
Some say the blind lead the blind
But in the ghetto you
Uh, uh, Ali and Murphy
Uh, uh, School Boy with the College Boy
And uh, and uh
Ali and Murphy is (bougie, baby) (but, umm)
If it ain't ghetto
Uh, uh, Ali and Murphy
Uh, uh, School Boy with the College Boy
And uh, and uh
Ali and Murphy is (bougie, baby) (but, umm)
If it ain't ghetto
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