Ghetto Gospel

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Owwwuh
Owwwuh
Ooohh hey yeah yea
Oooh let us pray
Grinding cause there's no free better days
Tryna leave the city where the metal stay
& I don't get high, I levitate
You heard about my hood where the metal spray
And when the lights are low that mean the devil playing
Ain't no one concerned with how it got this way
All we wanna know is who the f*ck gone change it
Shit gone crazy, I
I, send a prayer up above
I break it down, I blow a dub
They ain't gone save us when we thugging
We ain't gone make it in the slums
But that's the hood we love
If you made it out the trap, you know wassup
If you really got a strap, you don't say much
Getting to a sack, running it up, been on ya grind
I'm seeing the hood going crazy
Babies wit babies not looking for men (New York)
Looking crazy like we back in the 80s
Now a days young niggas got no respect
When OG's sold that crack it went back in the trap
Seen a few Niggas cop Xans
Just to use and put them shits in the tracks
When half of my hits is off bud
Smoking Mary-Jane to clear my mind
It's grind time the streets is on the rise
Fake and hate can't hide no more disguise
Protected with views from the sky
Peep you if you try to move in
I learned to maneuver the bands
Know your pockets ain't light
You ain't investing right
Papa want new cabriolet
Valet get mine when I land
Eyes on the road
Try to be real, can you
Lies have been told, I
Ride with the steal
Cause I'm, tryna grow old
Out in the field, well
Y'all niggas know but, how does it feel
Glory to a King and a Queen
More than just a song that I sing
We on, I put it on everything
No fraud, I pray to the lord, cause I can't afford
To go before my dream, not at all
I'm trying all new things
Finally time to spread my wings
Ride with some shit and it's loaded
I'm focused, I'm keeping my eyes on the road
Doubt us then you trying me
You lying tryna day the sky is my limit
Every goal go beyond, looking down on stars
Everything y'all getting credit for, I did on the block
Slide through the hood wit chopped tops
And roll windows up, squint to see through the tints
Shoulder driving but I wanted to switch
So I mashed on the gas, merged the whip
Now the fast lane where I live
Only business if I book a trip
And I won't go outside if it ain't bout a bag
Half of you niggas is sad, don't wanna waste any daps
Hands be so cold I could tell that they fake
Only the real could relate
Don't act serious, when you love to play
I'm still copping work if I'm minimum wage

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