In The Ghetto
(专辑: Banana Clips Vol. 2 - 2019)
The
revelution shall be televised We're from the
state where the
tarer alert is 24 7
N*ggas is clowns, like Rino 9
11 With me, what you see is what you get Never commertialed my life, I
own jets No one does it quite like Joe Black Rob getting knocked for robbery, now that's Whoa My money too long, I
keep peeking at it Cheese stacked in hundreds, rats keep peaking at it You with Fred Jones, tryna break the
fight up I'm the
fat n*gga in gray, quick to light your ass up I
know you love a
n*gga's slick talk Type to slap a
b*tch for disturbing a
n*gga's pimp walk The
vibe, got it coming with the
sauce Lean Back was the
hottest sh*t popping in 04 Now it's 05, and the
king's been crowned Riding through the
Bronks, with the
mack in the
hoodie down Relax yourself, let your conscious free You're now rolling with the
Capo, from DIP And if you wanna join the
set, well you must be a G
And rest in peace to Pac, and BIG Know I
keep my K
c*cked, in VIP Catch me sliding to the
drop, with this PYT When the
cops stop my car, they wanna see ID You know the
rules, n*ggas you keep ID Who you think starts the
drama? the
NYC Catch me smoking, drinking water, getting bent in my V
And the
media depicting me, crookid in this game But I
started watching my mama, when she was cooking up game And I
tried going to school, but there was no books in my brain So I
started cutting class, playing hooky to bang The
only Chemestry class, chefing up cookies with Game And that's when Mennis was out, I
cried when he got locked up again I'm done with rap beefs, subliminal quotes Cats saying they hustle, but never visioned Coke See Shaq Deezy from the
bricks, I
took a
brick, flip a
clip Made big chips I
see stick up kids that's stuck up kids Saying they bullet proof, just cause they luck outlived They must admit God loved them, far as the
rest goes Bllack was the
dress coad, crave you all dugged them Red if you see Shaq, banging on them Hanging on ryms, that was before Gats and Tims I
had a
white bomber, a
white fir color MC, your people call me Mill Was bumpin in my cousin FCC Ask Mastafa and that lil n*gga Doo bout Shaq Deezy They told me "Shaq, you a
baller, stay away from the
streets" That's why I
bang on fake ass Jordans, and fake ass beats B*tch! N*ggas know me, I'm young but I'm an OG And n*ggas know I'm from the
HOOD On the
block, I
pitch rock, I
had to strip lot Live and born in the
ghetto, never wanna hear cops And hip hop like a
gig, I'm tryna make it big But sometimes I
hate the
biz, cause how fake it is You wanna see how many bullets you can take and live? Even with a
vest on, you still gon break a
rib I
torture his ass, he was like my son, but that n*gga done stick a
fork in his ass You Bun B-ed it, you got me dumb heated I'm undefeated, that's why I'm c*cky and conceited I'm confedent, cause my bars the
most domanant And I
got chicks in other contenents, giving me complements You ain't famous as me, I
got chicks screamin that don't even speak the
same language as me A
lot of yelling, but you ain't really saying nothing The
whole New York can tell that b*tch n*gga frontin Ice grill, seen it I
done shot at n*ggas, bust the
gun off, and had a
hood rat cleaning So much talk about who run New York They should really ask bout who running in New York I
know me, P, Jada, and Loso talk D
block, do work with the
hawk I'm on school murder Hate it, skip fresh, park the V
outside Willy Burger With D
and them You just have dreams of being them You brothers, white BM with the
uni covers Now I'm old enough to f*ck n*ggas' mothers So I
light up, drink about 3
Caronas Black mask, black ice Atonas