Ghetto Rich

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Shit, we tryna get it for real
 Oh, Rich Boy, you niggas better get focused
 Get money, muthafucka, get money, muthafucka
 Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
 Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
 Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
 Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police
 'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
 See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen
 It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
 Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home
 I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back
 So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack
 Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep
 Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
 'Lotta niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends
 It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
 Niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends
 It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
 It's where you live, it's where you play
 It's where you learn your favorite slang
 Your world is ghetto
 It's where I live, it's where I'm from
 It's where you had to tote your gun
 Your world is ghetto
 Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gutter
 Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her
 Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate
 Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate
 Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know
 Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show
 But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from robbin'
 Do or die situation when ya tired, be stavin'
 Government'd never send me a dime for school
 So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool
 I'm a leader for the South, pa, open ya ears
 Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears
 It's where you live, it's where you play
 It's where you learn your favorite slang
 Your world is ghetto
 It's where I live, it's where I'm from
 It's where you had to tote your gun
 Your world is ghetto
 I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back
 Got a couple white packs 'cause they fiend for that
 Early five in the mornin', pigs showin' they badge
 Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags
 Speed bumps in the road start slowin' me down
 See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now
 Got a chance to advance, so I'm makin' my move
 Couple o' people still thinkin' they got somethin' to prove
 Pay the card for the South, yeah the hood my home
 Told my mama I'ma leave the dope game alone
 On my knees every night conversatin' wit God
 Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard
 Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies
 I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit the Uzi
 Even if I take a trip around the world and back
 I'm representin' for the hoods where they feel me at
 It's where you live, it's where you play
 It's where you learn your favorite slang
 Your world is ghetto
 It's where I live, it's where I'm from
 It's where you had to tote your gun
 Your world is ghetto, your world, ghetto
 Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like
 Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life
 Throw 'em up if ya ghetto, shit
 Your world, ghetto
 

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Duration
04:02
Key
8
Tempo
116 BPM

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