Ghetto Boy

[Verse 1]
I got that, B-More in me yeah that's my problem (what what)
I rep my city, yeah bitch I got em (na-na-na)
Fuck what you heard, niggas be wildin'
You got me fucked up, I'm from the bottom
Oh yes lord! Walk like I'm pimpin, talk like I'm mackin'
The projects love me, yeah boy what's happenin'
I'm finna kill em, I'm finna kill em
I'm on a hunnid, I done hit the ceiling
I'm thinkin fuck these bitches, we go for dollars
And my brothers keeper bitch and Nino at The Carter
The equalizer bitch I'm deeper, wiser, handsome, smarter
They call an ambulance they ass don't stand a chance in Sparta
Oh no no! I'm out the west side, just ask my grandma
I used to move the pack, had a pack of blamma
My niggas stacked with AKA's and ain't no Kappa Gamma
And now we laughing to the bank like na-na-na-na
Fuck with me!

[Hook]
No sunshine or feeling better (the ghetto)
Watch em all scatter they'll kill each other (the ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't make him proud in (the ghetto)
Damn little boy, how you make it out of (the ghetto)

[Verse 2]
I got that hustlers desire, that fire burning
I got that Boyz n The Hood mixed with that higher learning
Na-na-na, niggas is bugging, niggas ain't fucking with me
They not on my planet, why should I panic, motherfuckers should be
Thanking the lord that I'm building the ships
So you niggas won't drown in the midst of the flood
Cuz I'm giving you prophecy
Niggas ain't watching me properly, bitch I be switching it up
Like a gear on a bike, play if you want
Say what you want, hear what you like
But take what you need, cause they dear to your life
Fake if you want, I'll be there on the flight
Like, free my ghetto cause we the ghetto
Real boy, cut the strings, we don't need Geppetto
They say there's levels to this shit, well you can't see my level
This a reach, you would need the devil, he would need a shovel
Bitch I'm deep, all I beat is odds
All I get is that, at least I know
All I need is God, and I can bridge the gap, Keyshia Cole
OMG, he's so cold, I know it's me, at least I'm told
Los bring rap back to life, this shit needs some soul!
You can ask my grandma
I roll because I miss my dad, you can ask my mama
They shot my nigga in the head, ain't no happy camper
Now I'm the best rapper alive, na-na-na-na-na-na
Fuck with me!

[Pre-Hook]
Lost souls and dope fiends (the ghetto)
From what we're told there ain't no kings in (the ghetto)
Gun shots and caution tape (the ghetto)
Why is an honest dollar so hard to make in (the ghetto)

[Hook]
No sunshine or feeling better (the ghetto)
Watch em all scatter they'll kill each other (the ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't make him proud in (the ghetto)
Damn little boy, how you make it out of (the ghetto)