RICH BOY - Ghetto Rich (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]

Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised

Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's

Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police

Still getting pulled over and asked by the police

Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win

See the color of ya skin get ya put in the pen

It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone

Sending niggas to the pen or the funeral home

I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back

So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack

Bullet holes in ya house it'll make it hard to sleep

Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap

Lotta niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends

It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

Niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends

It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

[Chorus - John Legend]

It's where ya live, it's where ya play

It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang

Your world is, ghetto

It's where I live; it's where I'm from

It's where ya had, to tote your gun

Your world is, ghetto

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

I could never win an Oscar 'cause I don't know how to act

So on my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act

Then the second million came, then more came after that

Then more came after that, Hurricane after that

DAMN!, and y'all saw the aftermath

And in my hood we don't front, so I do give back

When you see a hood nigga you gotta tilt your hat

And since I'm a hood nigga I do just that

OGs used to tell me you just rap

Lil nigga all you need to do is rap

And just when I thought I was gonna do just that

Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stones was crack

Fuck being like Mike I wanna be like pop

Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac

Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock

Please put up a fight for the kids that watch

Us in the spotlight and then they mock

But caskets get closed and then they drop

And cases get closed and they are dropped

'Cause no one knows and nobody got

Any outlaw info, 'cause they better not

Three words to a witness they get shot

Let me tell you what this is, this is the block

Always talk to God, never listen to cops

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Nas]

It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose

There's only one Nas by the hundred thousand you's

You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money

Niggas is broke plus the wolves is hungry

Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money

Morgues full of niggas with the last shit they ate in they stomach

Spinach and steak, GORE-TEX boot prints still on his face

It's still on his face when we visit his wake

Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army

One gun I'll use it, some Sun Tzu shit

Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia

You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments

I stay in deceitful conversations with creep with foul natures

Attempted murders trials, the basics

Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims

It's the shit we live, uh, Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony

Bullets even hit a cracker in his Abercrombie

Psycho analyst was asking me what happened to me?

See the yak got to me, then the gat got to me

Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money

Then these beautiful bitches was bending backs for me

Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly

Man I don't give a fuck, this is rap to me

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