O'Dell] Ghetto living (ghetto living) Ghetto living (ghetto
living)
[Spade] My mama once told me (told me) that the streets ain't
safe So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my waist I'm living in
a strange place where all the odds are against me I'm doin bad and the shit
you got is startin to tempt me We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped
in depression Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin It
got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked at all times Cause even I
could fall to victim at the drop of a dime But that's the chances I got to
take to escape all of this madness That put you in the casket for the
cornbread and cabbage
[Dolliolie/(O'Dell)] Lord knows I'm tryin to
find an exit out the ghetto But it won't let go, that's why I got to tote my
pistol
[Chorus] Ghetto living (Father forgive me, I know that what
I do is wrong) Ghetto living (I been tryin a find a better way for so
long) x2
[Valerio] Soldiers die in my world but people look at
killers like stars We duckin from the laws cause we ain't tryin to live
behind bars Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had Never
knew what livin good was till I started movin them sacks My hood infested
with crack, that's why I paint a picture so vivid I tell it cause I live it,
runnin with boss bitches and niggas that get convicted This street got us
all, nothin changed in the game but the players I'm talkin about the
hustlers, the ballers, the killers and the rhyme sayers That's why I ain't
scared to pop a nigga, stop a nigga, drop a nigga I only fuck with the real,
cause it's real in my battlefield I hope it's true what they say, and that
the father forgives Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I
live
[Dolliolie/O'Dell] Chorus x2
[Mia X] This shit's goin
get even realer, so you ain't gotta ask, I feel ya I live the life of a hard
knock, that ghetto bitch on the block My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks
and bag weed Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot of
minors With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes They didn't get
it, tombstones and jail cells also come with it I pity all them babies born
from crack mama's But I'm a mama too and when the bills is due I
gotta Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry My best friend, my cousin and
my man died Or should I say was murdered I know you heard the same stories
before We walk the streets like we poverties whores behind the dollar
bill This still life got us dying so young Precious Lord let the new day
come Uh, come on Cause ain't no winning when your living like
that It's the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the
trap
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