Ghetto Ashes

(アルバム： Sauce Ghetto Gospel 3 - 2022)

Oowee
Real life, never no fake shit

So many ghetto ashes
Baby girl having tears falling down her lashes
Stand outside with her kid, she done seen her passing
Can't even enjoy Fourth of July without guns flashing
In cars crashing
Young niggas with mask 'cause they ain't asking, they blasting
Ain't no whips up on they back, but people bleeding over passion
The ghetto
Where niggas rather look at your pockets instead of hello
Rob a bank head with shorty and lil' buddy, then call the LO
This is real life
On summer days, just step outside and feel them chills life
Them police posted and you'll get frozen if you don't spill right
These ghetto streets is full of black ice
We still dipping in the fast lane, living the fast life
Got fast ice
Five hundred thousand dollars if I punch left and then I punch right
That's another two hundred G's
My arm freeze like Russian trees
My women sell just like Russian kis
The greatest grower with a thousand P's couldn't fuck with me
I'm jungle boy
Captured all them white tigers out the jungle, boy
Then put 'em in my own zoo on the computer just for you to enjoy
I'm moving coy
The way I move my shows, you'd think I grew with Roy
Anything ever went against, my crew destroy
Boy