Lyrics:
broke that boys heart, man again, damn again
Don't wonder why it's like that in the ghetto
Grew up, outta luck
Don't give a fuck about life so we let
Let me be a dreamer
Let me float
I can see the whole world
From my own little cloud
Up by the Milky Way
I'll stay here forever and a day
You
killers
Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health care
My teacher won't teach me, my master beats me
And it hurts me soul
I had a ghetto boy
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy"
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
Friday or this big worm in motion
Child of the ghetto Ima block boy
See more cash money than the hot boys
Taking over shit like nino did the carters
Soning
shit motherfucker good shit
I think I'm a little jet drunk motherfuck
Ay, look here ay I'm off this liquor-ice rainall boy
You understand that don't
wane
For the dough I kill a Doe. Just don't know if that hoe was John or Jane
I want big bills, all I see is little change
A little cash money but a lot
in the lights, like I'm rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm
We are the mean green machine
We are the mighty green machine
We are the boys from the Linwood Keas
Yeah, Yeah We always winning
Yeah, Yeah We always
an Acura Live John, just begone
Vibin through the ghetto with bombs
Niggas watch out, you heard the horns from Brook-lan
But sacrifice my arm just for
and invert it
Spray and burn it like I'm holdin areosol to a brick wall
Type my name indelibly, so my legend won't fall
Apani Y'all yes yes, the rest are
Y'all know who it is
Yeah I been distant as of recent
And all of this reachin'
The source of the reason
Thinkin' you a Star Boy 'til that plot comes
up
Love that's yo dick
And if you ain't from the ghetto
Then ride out bitch
Arms, legs, backs, and breast
You better leave a fucking tax
they put cali on
88 cube and dre i wasn't even born
So i just wana keep cali on
But what happened to the cali love
So go & smoke one & legends shoot
cried.
Beauty and love are our riddle,
Never to answer but always to try,
And boy, did I try?
I tried with Harold and I tried with John,
I tried with Alphy
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
the silicone titties
(Frost)
Yeah homes. Man they remind me of the ones in my city
'Cuz I've been around the world
All kinds of girls
I'm a little John Gotti
Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories Little do you know
I'm tryna pick
willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little, out in the middle
Okay yuh, I got no clout
Young like a boy scout
Order food for the take-out little bitch
I'm not a popular bitch
Lil cripple on with the switch
You
Movin' and groovin' trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin' this here song
Now you're amazed by the VIP posse.
Steppin' so hard like
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
John Dumalo
By now me too I be hero
We started from the ghetto
Nothing better goan inside wanna eway o!
Imagine say I was born Davido
By now me too I be
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