الأغاني: Lil' Flip. U Gotta Feel Me. Ghetto.

In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city

Look I was raised in in the ghetto, I got payed in the ghetto
A lot of gangstas got made in the ghetto
A lot of wankstas got, got in the ghetto
Got shot in the ghetto but not popped in they metal

I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game
They use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
Now it's eight years later and I run shit
Kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit

And I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg
You owe me stacks, don't hold me back
I'm backin' heat with the Heatmakers, I can spit it from the head
I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper

You wonder why I never mix and mingle
I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single
And I don't know about y'all but I'm workin'
And I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin'

In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city

My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers
'Cause in the ghetto, niggaz quick to squabble
Everybody unemployed in the ghetto-well fair, health care
Shit the game ain't fair, a lot of y'all never come back to the ghetto

'Cause y'all greedy ass fuck
Niggaz don't take care of they kids, they'd rather buy a new truck
You wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
'Cause when the D's post up, it's goin' down in the hood

It's understood that more paper bring more haters
Everybody wanna coach but we need more players
In eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces

In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city

Something is holdin' me back
Something is holdin' me back
Something is holdin' me back
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