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