Ghetto Mafia - Facts of Life lyrics

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Ghetto Mafia - Facts of Life lyrics

(Wicket) I got my Viper ready to k** a n***a Standin in my drop with my fingers on my muthaf**in trigger,uh This sh** is real in this game you gots to pack your steel I can remember sellin rocks on the f**in hill I steady keep it cause I'm silent Because these n***as in the street All they thinkin about is violence Jackin your a** for your muthaf**in grip son I got my .9 package come get you some n***as get large or straight hoe-out But a n***a like the wicked murder [name] will blow your brains out Leavin your a** in the gutter Everytime I look up I been approached by an undercover Tryin to make a f**in drug trade But I'm too damn smart That's how them wickedest n***a stay his pay My homie died at a early age Since he was black he never made the front page Left a son and a pregnant wife That's just another fact in these facts of life (Chorus) These are the facts of life These are the facts of life (Nino) Sippin my grip just smokin on some weed I'm thinkin about the n***a [name] rob for some keeps My only trade is sellin dope So f** a job and these muthaf**in white folks My mama always fussin at me (why?) I never had a education now I G.E.D Keep sayin take your a** to trick Before a craze muthaf**a like myself wind up in a hearse Now I'm in jail I got a bail Them muthaf**as trudged me with a cell So I did four years in the county Listenin to these p**y-a** securities Stressin me depressin they sendin me crazy That's just a modern day slavery (Chorus) These are the facts of life These are the facts of life (Wicket) Back at your a** with these muthaf**in facts of life I pack a .9 n***a you pack a pocket knife My younger brother's in the pen again (why that?) Cause he was sleepin with four ki's in his f**in benz Took everything the n***a owned But before he went down he gave me love and his Herringbone So now I'm all alone The closest friend I got is my f**in chrome I'm ready for the drama I'm in so deep can't even go to see my own mama And it's hard to survive When I look at my son I see tears fall from his eyes My little boy needs diapers My only thoughts of income is jackin n***as with my chrome Viper I often reminisce Thinkin to myself how did I end up like this But I try to live right And everytime I tried I got f**ed by the facts of life (Chorus) -till end These are the facts of life These are the facts of life