The ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
The ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
Oh my, oh
Oh my, oh

I was on the block right, wasn't in my right mind
Just a young nigga, hustlin', tryna get mines
Movin' with the 9 double M
Niggas like "You don't really wanna fuck with him"
Yeah, young teenager, 'fatuated with paper
Yeah, I had to get it, 'cause mama, she wasn't able
Black and white TV set, no cable
40's in the fridge, chicken noodles on the table
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
Child of the ghetto, raised off a different tune
Watchin' Bob Barker in my living room
If "The Price Was Right", I could get you a whole living room
Yeah, them was my gutter ways
Back in the gutter days, no education, but the gutter pays
Through it all, came a long way
From sellin' the yay', fist fights to gunplay

In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top
Ain't no one stop me, yo
I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas
And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot
And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto

Yeah, times is hard as it is
That's why I got guns, and my guns got kids
That's why I be goin' so tough on them hoes
I play my own hand, I don't shuffle or fold
Fuck with a nigga, let's go fuck with some hoes
Hear them bitches screamin' like they stuck in a hole
I am not a demon, but was once a lost soul
'Til I found myself a block away from the crossroad
I have, outgrown the fishbowl
And now I'm on my feet like a fuckin' insole
Yeah, it may hurt like a fuckin' lymph node
But it's "fuck the world" like a fuckin' nympho
And we spend dough 'cause we make more
And I make sure when I say so
It's Jay Rock and Wheezy, need I say more?
Clothesline the beat, Ted DiBiase flow

In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top
Ain't no one stop me, yo
I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas
And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot
And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto

Jay Rock, still that same OG
I ain't tryna see the grave or the penitentiary
Everyday living, tryna stay on my feet
Even though a nigga paid but my heart in the streets
To my dogs, I'm a beast, go hard on these beats
So my family can eat, I'll be damned if I see no income
Here come Jay Rock, they know
Crack music, drug kingpin flow, oh

Kingpin, ho (yeah), need I say more? (Yeah)
Your family could die when I say go (go)
Green light, green light, what ya green like?
Before you sign me up, get the scene right
And I just hop in the Phantom when I'm feelin' nice
'Cause drivin' slow in the Lamb', it doesn't seem right
Yeah, and I remember them long nights
Livin' the wrong life, but I made that wrong right, Wheezy

All the struggling
All it does is keep my hustling
Oh my, my

In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top
Ain't no one stop me, yo
I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas
And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot
And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto

Get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto
I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top
Ain't nothin' gon' stop me, yo
All the struggling
All it does is keep my hustling
Oh my, oh
Oh my

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