Murs - The Ghetto Is Tryna k** Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Murs] Shiiiit, (swag, swag) Rock on, rock on Take that c**aine mix it with the baking soda On the west coast they would say you cooking yola Hold up, wait that's a different swag I'm on some full pound sh** You on that nickle bag Dime bag Darryl Rest in peace bro Shout out to Danny D Coolin' on the east coast Hardcore hip hop with some punk in it Criss cross, bee bop put some monk in it [Hook: Murs] Swag, swag, swag [Verse 2: Murs] Rock on ,swag Swag on Thelonious Artists one dimensional will always be the loneliest Need to change up Need some evolution And this ain't enough Need some restitution A black president just ain't enough homie Four hundred years of oppression That's tough homie 40 acres and a mule I need my Spike joint So if you gonna act a fool than make the right point [Hook] [Verse 3: Murs] Rock on, point Points on your album b**h They make a million way before you make a thousand trick I'm independent militant and I'm making money Im like the panthers but a fortune 500 company Revolution going strong since the 70s So if you ain't gettin' money than you better be Id rather be swaggin on my heavy metal sh** Then to be you and wind up dead in the ghetto, b**h [Outro]