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DC Young Fly

From The Ghetto

 

From The Ghetto

(Album: Curb Music - 2018)


Man I'm from the streets for real, boy I gotta eat for real
Everything that I touch gotta be about a buck and R-I-P the deal
I'm a young west side nigga best side nigga, everybody gotta keep a steel
I'm in a hospital bed fucked up, plugged up, a nigga had to eat the pill
Tell my mama naw, we ain't going back today, procrastinate, the nigga had to evacuate
I'm tryna go and get this money, yeah, the faster way, smash the brakes, I'm thinking of a faster pace
So foul the play, I'm tryna get a bag a day, baker man, would you make me a patty cake
It's sad to say, niggas out here acting fake, I'ma really go and get it and elaborate
Know that

When your back against the wall
Ain't nobody there to call
The pain, you gotta hide it
You gotta remain silent
Streets are for real
I'm from the ghetto
I'm from the ghetto
Streets are for real
The streets are for real
These streets are for real
I'm from the ghetto
I'm from the ghetto
These streets are for real
The streets are for real
I ain't gonna play around
I'm from the ghetto
You fuck around and you gon' be laying 'round here
I'm from the ghetto
The streets are for real
I swear this shit be banging for real, man
These streets, these streets are for real

Boy, I'm really from the streets, for real
Nah, don't pose for the camera real
From the mud I'm a Tar Heel
Carolina nigga with an Eve in Adamsville
Sick and tired of the lights being off
Make arrangements for the late bills
Mom's putting pills in her pudding
(Why?) 'cause b, all these late bills
My flow, that Nas feel, I got two Illmatics
One Steelmatic, one made of plastic
One Mike in the hood Jordan on Jackson
Only choice in the hood Trayvon or fashion
Drip on the [?] or pass it
Fuck being passive, being rich I'm 'bout to try it
For the bread I'm gonna riot, 'cause

When your back against the wall
Ain't nobody there to call
The pain, you gotta hide it
You gotta remain silent
Streets are for real
I'm from the ghetto
I'm from the ghetto
Streets are for real
The streets are for real
These streets are for real
I'm from the ghetto
I'm from the ghetto
These streets are for real
The streets are for real
I ain't gonna play around
I'm from the ghetto
You fuck around and you gon' be laying 'round here
I'm from the ghetto
The streets are for real
These streets, these streets are for real

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