Verse 1: Young Roddy
And ain't sh** sweet, sh** real in the ghetto
Boy them kids totin' steel in the ghetto
They even got kids havin' kids in the ghetto
My model b**h ask me how I live in the ghetto
She told me that its all f**ed up
She just calls it how she see it, me I say its tough love
She don't even smoke, I taught her how to roll up
Now she finally understands why I'm smoking so much
And I only went to college for a month
Ditchin' cla** I was in the parkin' lot smoking blunts
Money called the phone, I answered like what up?
Cause real talk I ain't never got paid to give a f**
And when them shots bust, them n***as better duck
Cause they ain't got no game and they don't care who they wet up
Hey, ask my step pop, he tell you what up
I was back and forth in and out the house making runs
sh** I was trying to make some money on my own
Got my first piece of p**y, n***a thinking that he grown
And I always knew I'd make it to the league
I had hoop dreams but that sh** wasn't always what it seems
Man the sh** so ill in the ghetto
They even got kids takin' pills in the ghetto
Feelin' like the devil on my heels in the ghetto
Wondering how the hell I'm gonna get rich in this ghetto
Because this nine to five just ain't cuttin' it
I'm just another black brother hustlin'
Just another brother who them haters don't f** with
Probably cause I spit that good sense, no dumb sh**
I tried to warn them ignorance is bliss
n***a know Kung-Fu, they in the hood choppin' bricks
She caught lock jaw, I caught lock wrist
From stirrin' up that sh**, trying to get hood rich
I'm trying to make some real bread
But they don't know about it
I got his b**h up in my bed
But he don't know about it
I have to straighten out my act, I'm getting sloppy
I used to dream about getting it, now I got me
And I admit I might be hooked on chronic
Your girl straight wilin' she want to f** in the lobby
It's f** the other side, I'm just trying to do Roddy
And I bought a black gat but I ain't trying to murk nobody
Lord, I swear I smell fire in the ghetto
They even got kids sellin' pounds in the ghetto
A full time job tryin' to stay alive in the ghetto
Trying to get your money up but it go down in the ghetto
Uh
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Let that b**h breathe for a minute
I can get it if you hit it, if you tyring to make a purchase
I don't talk on cell phones, boy that sh** make me nervous
Got a trunk full of yola, in the car with no insurance
Got a b**h who work for me, she baggin' up service
Trying to work that dirty money but momma don't have detergent
Let that b**h breathe for a minute
Uh, life
Go ahead and light that sh**