Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto,
[Chorus: Songz 2X] I'm from the motherfucking slums where the don't come the lights on and the bugs don't run You ain't shit no gun In the (ghetto) (ghetto)
[1st I'm where diapers full of feces We's species lay in traffic, that's right, where the streets be You ain't seen nothing obscene from no TV You would have to be me to feel what speaking Bodies leak like steel pipes, real creepy Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason You're boring me with your story, I'm a took my mind so the craft exploits me
[2nd I got no pot to piss in, en route to You don't want it with us nigga, we strapped with Our is some riders, thriving off poor decisions A blessing nigga still living, still pimping, still of Sitting in that foreign whip, whipping up take a lick To my tongue, numb the shit My hung since I was a young one And that's the slum fuck of it I'm daddy gone but, gun in my palm My momma can't save me her is wrong On my own in this jungle that call home What? His died from a lump in her D cup freeze 'em up for serving these glucks It's like a situation, we stuck The ritual is for to grab they nuts And just soak all this up, where I'm from?
[3rd I'm from real bridge cause, for niggaz hard Welfare just most chicks'll buy them broad the government cause government pimping us Rather see 'em suffering then live it up you ain't heard? Bird got birds But the nigga got cause niggaz felt he ain't deserve What he was worth, he ain't a real from the turf He was birth money, that's why they left him bloody I'm from the where most these niggaz nutty I adapt to em, I'm in tuned with 'em Strapped with the Mac that flesh from humans sweet home, better known as The Ruins
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