Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto,
Trey Songz 2X] I'm from the motherfucking slums where the don't come Turn the lights on and the bugs run You shit without no gun In the (ghetto) (ghetto)
[1st I'm from where diapers full of endangered species Bodies lay in traffic, right, where the streets be You ain't nothing this obscene from no TV You would have to be me to what Obie's speaking leak like steel pipes, it's real creepy Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason You're boring me with story, I'm a Detroitee Craft took my mind so the exploits me
[2nd I got no pot to piss in, en route to You don't want it with us nigga, we strapped nitroglicerin Our ambitions is some riders, thriving off decisions A blessing nigga still living, still pimping, still of Sitting in that whip, whipping up cola take a lick To my tongue, from the shit My nuts hung since I was a one And that's just the slum of it I'm pumped daddy gone but, gun in my My momma save me her gender is wrong On my own in this that niggaz call home What? His momma died from a in her D cup Police freeze 'em up for serving these like a habitual situation, we stuck The ritual is for niggaz to grab nuts And just soak all this bullshit up, I'm from?
[3rd I'm from real bridge cause, for living hard Welfare just most chicks'll buy them broad Pimping the government cause government us Rather see 'em then niggaz live it up Cause you heard? Bird got birds But the nigga got murd' cause niggaz felt he ain't he was worth, he ain't a real nigga from the turf He was birth with money, that's why they left him I'm from the streets where these niggaz nutty I to em, I'm exactly in tuned with 'em Strapped the Mac that extract flesh from humans Home sweet home, better as The Ruins
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