Lyrics:
the trenches, tryna change
Live by it, die by it, cause I'm stuck in my ways
A cold-hearted thug nigga, but quiet as Kep
They took a nigga out the ghetto, but my
ricochet
It's somebody's baby, had they kid maybe dead
They sold it from the ???, they say delease
Livin' in the ghetto, rest in peace
Hates where
the beat, baby
Stop in the street
(ERR) she eat up the pavement
I don’t give a (ERR) nigga, she crazy
I’m back by unpopular demand
‘Least he still poppin’ in
can't even pay the rent
No hot water, I reminisce tears running down my face as I hold my daughter
You spent years by the fire place, I was in
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them
Open your eyes to realize that you just can't win
Another ghetto train, another ghetto story begin
I live the life for the black man never pretend
One
crazy
I'm back by unpopular demand,
Least he still poppin' in Japan
Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
Screams from the fans
"Yeezy, always knew
Getting older with no toys can I get a witness?
Got ham and turkey with macaroni and cheese
Cranberry sauce slaps gobble it down with ease
Like please ion
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
I supposed to live my ghetto dreams
So I'm a have to get now by any means
How else am I supposed to live my ghetto dreams
In the slums with
Ghetto shit is cloudy
I would do anything to prove that I'm the man
I got a thousand problems
A thousand Rand
Cannot live without it
Everyday you feel
Welcome to the ghetto
Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets
Last call in the club
Now we speeding to the after party
It's time to live it up no hate, celebrate
We all gonna party tonight
Full speed, no
Down the world is
This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto
Avoid jail legend, fingerprints on full metal
Jackets like design, so that
suffer so hard
Weh mi seh put dung di gun put dung di knife
Better way fi live in these times of life
Too much instant killing a gwan
Real ghetto youth dem
all
The fools against him
Dealin’ with the mass confusion
Robbin’ and lootin’ and drive by shoots
(Tit's) but in the ghetto it’s
An everyday thang
watchin' the fireworks in the sky
I walk by
Look down he still smiling
Cause he's done fightin'
A fallen soldier
Now his war's over
Don't matter
Hey, what it do, what it do?
This is my life
All my pills, all pimps and all my real bitches in the vicinity
Just a coming through your speakers
can't stop us
Tha ghetto got me stressing, I'm getting tired of tha same ol' grind
Got me praying for a blessing, I'm tired of watching everyday go by
Tha
we thankful, just for livin' in hell
Damn, homie, I don't mean to be harsh
But there's a devil in the ghetto tryna tear it apart
And if we make it
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
Feel like I’m trapped in the
Ghetto where we live, grimey
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Cold heart, live, bitch shit, spit fire
But dear
the ghetto but the come up
Off the streets in the hood money
that's why my heroes live for drug money
[Chorus x4]
My Ghetto Heroes
I watched em live
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