Ghetto Boy

I got that B-more in me, yeah, that's my problem

I rep my city, yeah, bitch I gotta

Fuck what you heard, **** be wildin'

You got me fucked up, I'm from the bottom

Oh yes, Lord, walk like I'm pimpin', talk like I'm mackin'

Them projects love me, yeah, boy, what's happenin'?

I'm finna kill 'em, I'm finna kill 'em

I'm on a hunnid, I done hit the ceiling

I'm thinking, fuck these bitches, we go for dollars

Am I my brother's keeper, bitch? I'm Nino at the Carter

The equalizer, bitch, I'm deeper, wiser, handsome, smarter

Man, call an ambulance, your ass don't stand a chance in Sparta

Oh no, no, I'm out the west side, just ask my grandma

I used to move the pack, had to pack the blammer

My **** step with AKA's and ain't no Kappa Gamma

And now we laughin' to the bank like na, na, na, na, na, na

Fuck with me

No sunshine or feeling better (The ghetto)

Watch 'em all scatter, they'll kill each other (The ghetto)

If your daddy dead, can't make him proud in (The ghetto)

Damn, little boy, how you make it out of (The ghetto)

I got that hustler's desire, that fire burning

I got that Boyz n the Hood mixed with that higher kid learning

Na na na, **** is bugging, **** ain't fucking with me

They not on my planet, why should I panic, motherfuckers should be

Thanking the Lord that I'm building the ships

So you **** won't drown

In the midst of the flood 'cause I'm giving you prophecy

**** ain't watching me properly, bitch, I be switching it up

Like the gear on a bike, play if you want, say what you want

Hear what you like, but take what you need

'Cause it dear to your life, fake if you want, I'll be there on the flight

Like

Free my ghetto 'cause we the ghetto

Real boy, cut the strings, we don't need Geppetto

They say there's levels to this shit

Well, you can't see my level

This a reach, you would need the devil, he would need a shovel

Bitch, I'm deep, all I beat is odds

All I get is that, at least I know

All I need is God and I can bridge the gap, Keyshia Cole

OMG, he's so cold, I know it's me, at least I'm told

Los bring rap back to life, this shit needs some soul

You can ask my grandma

I roll because I miss my dad, you can ask my mama

They shot my **** in the head, ain't no happy camper

Now I'm the best rapper alive, na, na, na, na, na, na

Fuck with me

Lost souls and dope fiends (The ghetto)

From what we're told, there ain't no kings in (The ghetto)

Gun shots and caution tape (The ghetto)

Why is an honest dollar so hard to make in (The ghetto)

No sunshine or feeling better (The ghetto)

Watch 'em all scatter, they'll kill each other (The ghetto)

If your daddy dead, can't make him proud in (The ghetto)

Damn, little boy, how you make it out of (The ghetto)