Lyrics:
These is the worst days
Sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back
On the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth
Sometimes I look for proof
I was in love wit him since I was 12
By age 14 I was just catching hell
He was the star of the football team
Other girls wanted to fulfill his
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
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
Huh, I was raised in the ghetto
Yeah , on my mama nem
I was raised in the ghetto
Ask my mama we was raised in the ghetto
Niggas knowing how we
One niggas down, two niggas run it
Call me snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics
It goes one for the money, two for
on probation (facts)
Turned into a killer soon as I left off Cecilia (straight up)
I don't think they feel you 'til the ghetto try to kill ya' (oh Lord)
Free
These is the worst days
Sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back
On the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth
Sometimes I look for proof
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
the smack
Now they got me for traffickin, racketeerin, audio crack
They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto
how much for a key
See my bank from ghetto blood, when my homies show me love
When hotboys run the streets, it was tanks and hugs
Niggas ain't gotta
signed me
I turn on my boombox and imagine I was Cool J
God is good
I still remember the first time
That I ever turned my boombox on
I just lay back
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
man, the ghetto's your land
When you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand?
Never snitch when you clip
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for
This shit was written ya know
Yeah, man
Slow it down now, uh
And take a look around (Yeah)
Dirty ghetto kids done fucking conquered the town
If you
wait to have me
she really turned on by how I be younger but knowing so much how I'm sexually savvy
Can tell that I got her hooked, losing her mind, by
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
recover from that shit
Fr
I was talking to dakey
He told me don't risk it all
For bitches
I fell out with many niggas
They turned opposition
Aye ma
Before
on Ranchero
As I'm skatin' by outside
Spied a dude with a violin playing a concerto
Pure bandolero living out of his Fiero
Tossed my dinero in his over turned
pissed of we had sex
And I was recording
Bad bitch turned in by the wisdom
I've been sipping on my Codeine
The streets they call me dybala
Take a finesse
Yall might not think that its true
But I came from the struggle not backed by the blue
My lil' story is different so me isn't you and the way that I
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