Victim of the Ghetto (feat. Rell)

I was born in west but migrated to north

Remember cold nights grinding AK in a Taurus

Four-door for the stick up boys if they want war

Fiends coming all night, all I heard was four more

Rocks in the cap

When it was jumping me and Rell hit dances

You could pick me out the crowd rocking the cap

But things change

'Cause my man Rell fighting a body

On state row where it's so cold

Rocking his blues

I roll with the ROC

Still tryna rock at a show

Shit ain't like '98, **** pockets is low

Which way do I go?

Indictments blew over

Man whipped a few shoulders

Shovel nick boulders, getting it slow

Me, I'm in the studio switching the flow

Changing the styles

My son and daughter need pampers

'Cause they just shitting them up

And changing the size

My man just quipped the jags

See the change in his eyes

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs

'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto

When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs

'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs

'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto

When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs

'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto

This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets

This is how it goes down in my neighborhood

This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets

This is how it goes down in my area

My man blingin' platinum wheels, platinum gat

Took a trip down south came back with platinum caps

I'm still tryna write platinum raps

But made a slight change from verse one

Started juggling packs

It's like I'm traveling backwards

Rewinding the time

Putting four on nine

Must be outta my mind

Uh nine, get it outta my palm

Just grab four and a half, get it outta my trunk

Free, we need you at the studio

Out to lunch, out on the block

These **** just pulled out on my man

And the only rock I worry bout is right on my face

We bout to go shake, rattle his block with no plans

Shots fired, cops came

But I'm a grown man

I stick around till my clip is empty

Cops threw me on the ground

When my clip got empty

Now bars is all I see, a thug is all I'll ever be

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs

'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto

When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs

'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs

'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto

When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs

'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto

This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets

This is how it goes down in my neighborhood

This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets

This is how it goes down in my area

I got eleven in, I was facing a dub, got nine left

My clique show love, they write back

My cousin M's son, little Di he's so grown

Said he hold chrome, run blocks, and write raps

Wrote him right back

Told him I control the bones

Try to play the phone

We could rhyme and hold wax

Leave that drug shit alone

Don't forget you grown

It'll put you places where your mind can't get you back from

Little **** ain't write me back since

Still supply the jail

L. Pridgon, you got mail

It's probably all the letters you wrote him

What you mean?

All the fucked up shit you told him

This shit from my cousin Emily I'm quoting (Uh huh)

Right out her letter

Little Di, got popped in the head

Tryna steal a **** leather

That's what the cops said, but the streets could tell you better

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs

'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto

When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs

'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs

'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto

When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs

'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto

This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets

This is how it goes down in my neighborhood

This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets

This is how it goes down in my area