I got that b-more in me yeah that's my problem what what
I rep my city yeah b***h I got em na-na-na
F**k what you heard niggas be wildin'
You got me f**ked 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 thinking f**k these bitches we go for dollars
And my brothers keeper b***h and nino at the carter
The equalizer b***h 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 capa gama
And now we laughing to the bank like na-na-na-na
F**k with me
No sunshine or feeling better the ghetto
Watch em all scatter they'll kill each other the ghetto
If your daddy dead can't make him proud in the ghetto
Damn little boy how you make it out of the ghetto
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 f**king with me
They not on my planet why should I panic motherf**kers 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 b***h 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
b***h 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 n***a in the head ain't no happy camper
Now I'm the best rapper alive na-na-na-na-na-na
F**k with me
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
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
