Lyrics:
know you ghetto when your boys push crack
And you buyin' crack from them so you can go smoke out back
You know you ghetto when your moms part of your
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
to fire
Only the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker
Thunder breaker send these toys to the undertaker
My pen smoking like a rude boy from
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
come get on my level, I'm hard as metal
I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel
I bury all of you little ninja turtles
You Donatello, you soft
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
slide
Heaven is a ghetto, keep a angel by my side
My tombstone gon' read, "Fuckin' Legend" when I die
Buncha liquor, buncha weed, even the reverend
admit it)
I admit it, I did it (I did it, yeah)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it
I admit it, I love Steve Harvey
John Legend
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
down, it's your boy, one and only Real McCoy
Really was on my way out, start to give you a little more!
Dope rap, shout it up, smoke it up, pour it up
and dope boys harassed by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get ya
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm tryin' to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
ba bere
Only rough life la ma embrace
E je sara brief little story ni pa padi mi kan
Omo pastor lo je ni hood but oma ji ikan
Tio ba ti wa Ile mi by
of the nose
Soul, let 'em know 'bout them blocks that we rose from
Legend in my city, must acknowledge it
I hustle 'fore fightin', head down, they Robinson,
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
of Me” by Legend
I got a whole lotta things I wanna say to you
But Chris Martin said it better
I'm just tryin’a tell you something that you never heard
the peace
Without a gun
From Abilene down to Galveston
When he rode by the general store
People crowded through the door
To see the legend and the man called
real
Soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
Let's go
From what I hear Kanye is
Killing the game very bad
My girl rocking
put on stilettos
Not a hood nigga just a little bit ghetto
God pull strings way better than Gipedo
Real Gold shine no sterling medal
The way I achieve
the dirt
Ain't no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond, california
Niggaz livin for ghetto dreams
And the ghetto get so crazy
I seen a little bitty
a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
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