Ghetto

[Verse 1: Elcamino]
We ran the block with straps, we had to bust them heaters
Bust them heaters
Our mother prayed to Jesus we were so prestigious, dope was needed
My bitch was stashing bundles down her cleavage
That's why we take a trip like every other weekend
Up and ?, this type of music hearing for the ?
I'm a boss I make you take my drawers to the cleaners
Was loading my shit, I think the boys seen this
I'm rich cause I'm a genius, see how hooked the fiends is
Still be toting them neeners and don't even need them
That nigga took the stand he singing like Anita
You fuck with me I put your ass beneath us
Pass the reefer, I get you whacked, I make your bag for features
Cash and visas, I'm one of the best can give you 20 reasons
This shit for the hustlers not for the dreamers
This shit for the hustlers yo not for the dreamers
I told my mom wipe your tears from your eyes no need to cry no more, cry no more, no more, no more
I let her grab what she want off the lot because we ain't broke no more, no more, no more, no more
And don't worry about your bills cuz you ain't gotta pay them no more, no more, no more, no more
And you know I been toting still so ain't no need to worry no more, oh no, oh no