Lyrics:
Let me tell you a little bit about what it means to be Black in America:
Being Black in America means constantly being judged. By yourself, by
Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers
I ain't even there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin'
You could meet me there they bad news
They was
on it
I took my chances, turning grams over
Serving ten boulders, extra grams be all in the soda
Shit was valid, turned me to a solider
Used to promise
at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
didn't think twice, ANGELZ by my side
I'm something like the sun
When I pop out, I'mma shine
I just turned the three to a nine in no time
What you seeing
the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
(Trell's on the track)
I'm on Mars right now, oh, oh, oh
It's a real nigga 101, oh, oh, oh
Look
Ay, coupe me
[Gangsta Boo]
Nigga please
I'm hotter than 100 degrees
poppy in me
but sex don't come until we come to our knees
gimme' yo' cheese
before I get my niggas
[Gangsta Boo]
Nigga please
I'm hotter than 100 degrees
poppy in me
but sex don't come until we come to our knees
gimme' yo' cheese
before I get my niggas
living
Who set the standard for everybody to live by?
How far along in life would you be if you did try?
Who's trying to help these ghetto
studio some of the hottest UK cats out there
My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah, Blade
And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?
{Yeah
hate being in love wit' a thug (baby, the streets have nothing to do with me and you)
Sometimes I hate being part of this ghetto love (now I know I'm
squad, pretty broads
Bread Winner superstars, no façade
Designer store inside the mall, goin' hard
Let 'em know that I'm a dog, live by the law, ball
Ah, my last time gettin' high
Ooh, ooh yeah
It's taking over me
Body and soul
Body and soul, ooh yeah
Fallin' in love ain't no joke
Some
bitch, what hoe
Bitch, you told me that you loved me I thought that shit was true
But then you sucked on my boy's dick until his balls turned blue
wanted me
And he told them back home I got a crew
His homeboy had a deal with Capital Records and he turned dat down 2
So now I'm back here in da ghetto
At night, I lie awake and this man is burning
Every waking moment, he haunts me
he's coming
I know he's coming
I see someone else in the fog by
a hundred million ways to tell me not to worry
But this time I wasn't hangin' on his every sentence
Ears crippled by the pain and negligence so was
Almost every party I rocked - yeah
Chances are I coulda got shot - yeah
Suicides & murders all around me
Childhood friends gone with the wind
Do
bury me a G when retired from life Sho-reef (shareef), skin-deep, hatred feel Easy, Mo-Be, slowly, my God fill our ghettos with the Foley's, own kind, no
and night, around the clock that's how we work
I could give a fuck, about these niggas wanting beef
They been muted by my paper chase, interrupt me you might
was so foul
Let him touch my chain, Yung Joc
It's gon' go down have a showdown
She eat me and she throw down
I can tell just by the way she
Walk that
went to bummer town, bumping Gucci too deep
Me and my new cutie ghetto fab but with the fat booty
Sucking on my neck, like she was trying to give me
Monte had to sit down so fuck the feds still
Got out Manson and Vic de Ville
We from the gutter, nigga, all day
So now it's ghetto ponytails, nigga,
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