Lyrics:
feeding me grapes by the sea
It's been four years and some months, I might light up some runts and fuck her til she bleed
I'm on some ecstasy, I'm trying
swang and bang
With diamonds all in our chain
From Antione to South Main
We bringing the pain slabbed out for life
And leaving stains on brains
You
Remember where I come from
Verily na ghetto
So smooth when I come
If you see me, you know I get doe
Bad time fit be good day everything na by
the pain, did it by myself
Homie
party
, that my favorite hobby
Yo
I got a chick that ghetto
That look like model
I send her out of town,
Shortie wanna be
the pain, did it by myself
Homie
party
, that my favorite hobby
Yo
I got a chick that ghetto
That look like model
I send her out of town,
Shortie wanna be
by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too
nothing new
I'm startin' to learn by just calmin' down
Up 8 to 8, working 8 to 8
My mind putting weight on me
My inner thoughts, they keep me up
They're
up for that homeowner's loan corporation
'Cause those ghettos, we made 'em
It look like less sugar
Coats and more Ta-Nehisi
It look like real democracy
How do you cope with that when you have Games like that that you guys usually win well You cope with it by uh
Understanding it's just one game
Beng
people that its okay, to live or do things,
Without any remorse creating more pain,
cs well i know i hate that fact that you are careless sometimes,
I
cost
I cant ever love you, never trust you, fuck did I thought
Coming from the bottom of the ghetto all my love gone
Niggas took my bruva all this pain
to make it my whole crew is king muthafucka
Sunny days ain't none around here
Go by one rule always gotta stay prepared
Keep it in gear just in case you
on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me
see him when I'm sleeping at night
What's a guardian angel when there's a
Demon inside of your thoughts?
Sponsored by success and there's people
That I
Yeah! Recognize, mafuckas
These razor blades is sharper
Than the metal bar (wraah)
How you jello forms fuckin' with
The ghetto god (huh)
I let
dit que j'ai serré (ah, oui, oui, bye, bye, bye, bye)
Tends pas la main, ça va t'la couper (oui)
Faits divers, drive by avec Mini Cooper (boom)
tellin where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands
Romeo]
[Verse 2: Romeo]
Mama said whatever don't kill you will make you stronger baby
But that's hard to believe when kids going crazy
A ghetto in the sky
destroys the black
Or they take you out, one by one.
Basted, baded and done.
A nigga dead from exposure to the sun.
Victims of hostile elements.
and raised up in the ghetto
Never leave the scene till the bomb smoke settled
California, we're nothing but devils
Though we sport blue rags and carry prison
now I'm hard with the pain
I'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape
I break records in Texas creepin in Caddies and Benzes
And a pretender
hold on, don't let go
And way to feel, do what you know
Just stay strong, keep your head up high
The real'll be real, while the fake pass you by
I'm
just had some shit on my mind
Yeah
Laughing to myself thinking about it all
I'm amused by seeing platinum plaques on the wall
Niggas wanna talk, I just
Or to those ghetto moms on crack
Give them my hats and my CDs
My pumps and my flats, my three TVs!"
"No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings
But I weep
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