Uh check it out uh
I steps in where the mo's and the h**s at bay bee
F**k all that pretty s**t
Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherf**kers
N**gas know the deal
N**gas know who the Don is
Live from bedford stuyvesant the livest one
Peep game uhh what what
Out of this world like mars when I spit these bars
Come f**k with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make like A C or the drop
Are we gonna stop s**t man never my squad go broke
Your squad arti choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke when your ones don't show
N**ga I know might say 'been there done that' like Dre
Through hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice b**ches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a n**ga like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherf**kers who ain't go no cake
When you all f**ked up and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bulls**t politely tell you to beat it
F**k that get your own n**ga don't ask me for s**t
That's what I did now they all askin' for hits
N**ga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately cause now I charter my own
Propellers goodfellas leave all them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us they can't touch us
Why n**gas bring the ruckus
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's motherf**kers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
Yeah make you a deal check
These here's the dog years and motherf**kers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherf**kers want dead
So I travel with the babble with the chrome with the lead
Cause when it's on then it's on the shots flowin' through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some said Jigga zone is like the fallin' of Rome
Reoccurring that he thinks like that cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and n**gas study my bones
Mentally been many places but I'm brooklyn's own
In the physical one seems like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of god body
But it's the odd shottie that got cats likening me
To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn all the rappers that's gone
N**gas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this new world order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You walk em through it you know talk em through it
Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew this when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle comin' out of B W I (in school)
I hated Algebra but I loved to multiply
And I told my n**ga big I'd be multi' before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
Cause if that's my dough you're trappin' I'm clappin' your way
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted with mean dreams
Gs's with BB's on it supreme schemes to get richer
Than richie quickly n**gas wanna hit me
If they get me dress my body in linen by Armani check it
My lyrical Carjack make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I f**k with now peep the rough s**t
In my circumference mad b**ches with mad Lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
Spittin' my Uzi don't lose me my trigga n**gas represent
Drivin dirty in J 30's gettin' bent
And to my hit h**s my murder mommies
I be smokin' trees in belize when they find me
While you still killin' n**gas with punany like heiny
And cyrus up in cypress f**k you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just slang coke smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke now check it
Them country n**gas call me frank white
I'm squirtin' off in my loft of course I know my s**t's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils who hang my China thing
She half black half oriental eighty six she got me rental
The situation ain't accidental
What from a from a young G's perspective
What from a from a young G's perspective
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
