Ghetto Child

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Ayy, ayy, look, now this shit can get wild
Niggas know I'm from the M, I'm a ghetto ass child
I shoot up a crowd
Just to hit at one nigga and try to lay him down
Ripped the coat, did me a favor
Shit ain't sweet, die now or later

Cook his ass up like a tater
These bitches be ready to hood like they Mator

These niggas be lyin' they makin' up fables
I don't care if he eat, he can't be at my table
When I was broke and was askin', they said they weren't able
Now I got paper, they tryna do favors

Been cashin' on gas, been tryin' new flavors
F*ck the rap game, ain't signin' no label
Walk up tap his brain, leave it flat out like paper
Hit him up, then gon' sit at the table
Now these niggas is bookin'
That choppa be cookin'
A nigga want smoke, keep it pushin

We hop out on bullshit
we up in them bushes
Ain't no buildin' but we pushin
And I got me a drac, try runnin up get hit in your face
Got me a bag now they sayin' I'm fake
We gon' make that boy roll, can't f*ck with my skates

Can't f*ck with no case, can't f*ck with no gay
A nigga want smoke, I'm shootin' your way
Can't say too much, but I been swung a drac
Slingin' that iron and took off a face
Make me mad, I put you in your place
Make me spaz, put a few in your face
Take a hat, send a crew to your place
Get a bag, cop some shoes out of state

These niggas ain't killers, they knowin' who really gorillas
A nigga want smoke, he get stepped on
We up in that alley, he get crept on
Nigga, better have us have some Kevlar on
I been gettin' to it since my brother gone
He been locked, but I know he comin' home
I'm gon' make sure that this money long
Keep this Lil Uzi if he comin' wrong

Got a stack of ones, yeah, a hundred em
Bitch, I'm street smart, but I'm money dumb
Had plenty shots, like a hundred drums
Had to drop it all to get this money up
Money spread so much, I got a money arm
Glock tucked in it, yea this money armed
And it's tall, too, yeah, my money long
Money always right, and it ain't never wrong

We ain't never been wrong
Even if and when a bitch, nigga, wanna pray on my downfall
We forever been raw
You know we them killers
You know we dont play that down talk

We never gon' fall, cause I'm finna ball
I runnin your loot,
cause I need it all
A nigga want smoke, get hit in the mall
For thinkin' I'm lackin'
The blick get involved
I been focusin' up on my academics
Sold a bow out the store, cant cap i did it
All my diamonds punchin', and my jacket hittin
Bitch, I stand on business, so who jackin' with me

Tell a youngin' get up, yeah, I pack a semi
With my coat every day, so I got it with me
And I know they gon' hate, cause I got the riches
And they cannot relate, cause they not from Memphis

You ain't thuggin' like me
I was postin' in the street
In the all-white beat, just me and my guys
Walked down with them feet, drac on my side like this bitch finna sing, yeah,
Itll hit you in your fitted
HYO, niggas knowin that we wit it
Gettin to them bands, stack that shit to the ceiling
The whole world mad, nigga gate out your feelings

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