GHETTO GOSPEL
JONNY TATS
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See all my life I had to go and get it Used to think that trappin' was the only way to get it Momma thankful for that dope game Shit forever changed my spirit Still a hustler, do you hear me Want them suckas far from near me Boy, you pussy, please don't temp me I don't hang around who envy that Whatever to keep mine winning Ghetto guns for I'm still selling Lord, I'm trying to see a billion You can't hit it with your eyes closed You'll get mossed up on this road If you got faith, no rush for time Boy, you better shredding your spine I'm close to switching any point in time I've been missing wearing your pride Now I'm about to squeeze you like a lime I got guardian angels That keep some cards up on the table I ain't trippin' off nothing Yeah, tell them haters, keep on numbin' Battery need a jumper, stay connected Just that ghetto guy with no Chevy I'm still reppin Just be careful where you headed Don't fuss blockin' blessings We packed fully for those lessons We packed fully for those lessons Just that ghetto gospel section Play the Lord, keep on reppin In that ghetto gospel section All that devil, keep on testin Play the Lord, keep on reppin' In that ghetto gospel section All that devil, keep on testin' Just that ghetto gospel section Ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel Ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel You can't burst men for top, used to stuff it in my sock Was fascinated, dope boy block, dissed that dope boy ambition Used to watch the Grams get kickin', daddy play with chicken different Love the way the jewelry glisten, used to think to be a man Had to spend time in a pen, pull out the feds and came home Fixed you what I did, you would've fo'ed Yeah, that pressure make him switch goals They don't love you when you gone, there's no money placed on that phone You can't even hear a ringtone, nigga, that's that savage life You bake fish, used to pray for pipes, vacuum seals I see cotton pills, nigga, this that real Used to get it ready, express it overnight Get my money tight, get al pop in my ear, what all that What if he right? Nigga, when I was strugglin Got mustacoffed, that muzzle kicked Nigga, smell that money, come around on that buddy shit Sell a party I don't do, I'm all the bitches true I've been left there by a few, used to work where there's a few Now I'm thankin' God I got through it, bound out in them sewers Lil' T over love, together f*ck a dove Rest in peace to my loved ones, puttin' on for my thugs Puttin' on for my guys, puttin' on for that grind This that ghetto gospel section, pray to Lord keep a weapon Or the devil keep on textin' in that ghetto gospel section Pray to Lord keep a weapon in that ghetto gospel section Or the devil keep on textin' in that ghetto gospel section Ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel Ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel, ghetto gospel
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Written by: John Tidwell, Kaylin Maurice
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