Porsha - Ghetto Wayz lyrics

[Porsha] Ghetto dreams when I was young, but my ghetto life had just begun We had to struggle to survive, cause my daddy was not around We had no cheese but we had love, I was destined to be a thug That was back in the days, now I can't change my ghetto ways [Pheno] I raised myself on these streets, round gangstas and k**ers Had no family, suppose why I became a drug dealer Thug n***a trapped in this game, bout my paper f** the fame Six o'clock in the morning, I'm up early pushing caine Never had a father figure, to teach me these streets I took it up on my own, I had to hustle just to eat Can't sleep, because my mind was in the midst of the drama No one to blame for this pain, but my motherf**ing mama 17 running the streets, I had no time for school Street knowledge is all I need, to come up on these fools My best friends was nine Glocks, AK's and 45's Cause that was the n***as, who was keeping me alive In this game I stayed high, kept my eyes on the prize Half these fake motherf**ers, who be living in disguise My ghetto days, made my ghetto ways I'm trapped in this game, cause this the way that I was raised [Hook: Porsha - 4x] Ghetto ways, (my ghetto days made my ghetto ways Don't blame me, cause this the way that I was raised misbehave) [Gotti] I was labeled, as a misbehave From the cradle to the grave, I was alone since a early age From packing the gauge, n***as faces made front page My anger and rage, got my Gambino Family Stand in a daze, I was made this way You ask me how as a ghetto child, too many mouths to be fed I'd rather be a mob head, than make money mafia way No Limit made the way, now it's time to get paid Hard days and blood shed, make way for brighter day Rich n***as, get early grave I hope all my prayers was fed, because I'm living the life That only lead three ways, that's the grave or misbehave Or locked up in the cage, my ghetto ways Got me lost in a blaze, visions of d**h constantly flashing Before my face, but mafia ties Keeping me handy, with my 4-5 so mama don't worry I'm keeping my head up, no nuts no glory And to the world, I give my ghetto story [Hook - 3x] [Reginelli] My ghetto days, got me feeling like I'm living in hell Everyday I'm 'pose to fail, my enemies with shells Now ask yourself, do you really wanna f** with me Reginelli a young breeder, that grew up on these streets Every night a n***a stressing, asking God for blessings Loading up my 4-5, for you folks in disguise They wanna crucify me, and my family too The other day, n***a banged at me and my crew I'm asking mama every night, please pray for your baby I don't wanna die, but these streets is shady Busting caps is the way, that a young n***a live I'm fighting devil n***as daily, and I'm showing no fear Every night mama crying, cause the bills is due I started slanging on the block, I had to do what I had to do I feel my ghetto days, planning my d**h Reginelli remember me, before they put me ro rest [Hook - 2x] [Melchior] Two o'clock in the morning, can't get no sleep Gun shots ringing around the corner, mama still on the streets Now Lord tell me how the f**, I'm suppose to come up clean Besides I'm too young for a child, but all I want is the green I never had a father figure, so f** it why worry I'm from a broken home, trying not to get buried So who's the hell to blame, for driving this n***a insane f**ing around with my mental, fifty shots to your brain I'm never sober cause that do me over, so I figure f** the world I'm a menace with no repentance, giving you b**hes the sentence To burn, in eternal fire My only desire's to watch you b**h n***as, spirit retire They say my ghetto days, make my ghetto ways But I won't know who gon be down, when it's time for that pistol play [Hook]