In this Hav Oz’s second track in the tape, he takes the spotlight with a storytelling tone, reflecting on how growing up in a poor neighborhood shaped his mindset. He talks about becoming numb to gun violence and the lack of dependable family figures around him. Blackout lays down a blocky, fat inst...
[Chorus: Snubnoze]
Ghetto child, ghetto child
Motherfucker runnin' wild
Ghe-ghetto child, ghetto child
Motherfucker runnin' wild
Ghetto child, ghetto child
Motherfucker runnin' wild
Ghe-ghetto child, ghetto child
Motherfucker runnin' wild
[Verse 1: Hav Oz]
I grew up in the hood where everybody was a thug
When I got older all I knew to do was pop a slug
Straight to my nigga Poppa's house to get a 20 sack
Ghetto child, ghetto street soldier, nines I gots to pack
Headed to the corner store to try to get my hustle on
Hangin' around these thugs and people, frankly I won't live long
Ain't nobody giving a nigga shit so I gots to go to sail
Gots to do what I got to do cause every second my life gets close to death
People keep telling me the way I'm going, it ain't gon' work
Cause the things I do, I'm gonna end up in jail or in a hearse
I gots to make a choice to live my life good or bad
But this money that I made at the corner store was something that I never had
Got the 5-0 waiting on me, watchin' on my back
Trying to catch me slippin' cause they know that I slang this crack
See a nigga makin' cheese, so they wants to bust my style
Gotta make some ends but I gotta break that ghetto child
[Chorus: Snubnoze]
Ghetto child, ghetto child
Motherfucker runnin' wild
Ghe-ghetto child, ghetto child
Motherfucker runnin' wild
Ghetto child, ghetto child
Motherfucker runnin' wild
Ghe-ghetto child, ghetto child
Motherfucker runnin' wild
[Verse 2: Hav Oz]
Moms found out that I was slangin' crack in the hood
Grew up in the ghetto so I really never understood
Got relatives tellin' me that I'm just a thug
Can't get a dime from my daddy, moms won't give a hug
Meet me at the crib, now I'm on the streets everyday
Gots to find a place but it seems I can't find a way
Call Lil Cheefa, "C, can my nigga help me out?"
Fuck being broke, cause I gots to keep my pockets stout
Now I'm on the track, living on the streets and trying to keep my pockets fat
Uncle Sam's on my ass, got me paying for this and that
Money's coming, money's going, leading to a nervous wreck
What shall I do? Shall I get that nine and jack a fool?
Don't wanna do it, but sometimes I gots to break the rules
Gots to watch myself, plus I just may run up on a snitch
Ghetto Child, '95, yeah nigga I'm out this bitch
Ghetto Child was written by Hav Oz..
Ghetto Child was produced by Blackout (Memphis).