Carlos Coleman - Ghetto Boy lyrics

[Verse 1] 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** what you heard, n***as be wildin' You got me f**ed 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 k** em, I'm finna k** em I'm on a hunnid, I done hit the ceiling I'm thinkin f** these b**hes, 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 a** 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 n***as stacked with AKA's and ain't no Kappa Gamma And now we laughing to the bank like na-na-na-na f** with me! [Hook] No sunshine or feeling better (the ghetto) Watch em all scatter they'll k** 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, n***as is bugging, n***as ain't f**ing with me They not on my planet, why should I panic, motherf**ers should be Thanking the lord that I'm building the ships So you n***as won't drown in the midst of the flood Cuz I'm giving you prophecy n***as 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 sh**, 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 sh** 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** 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]