Ghetta Story
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[Verse 1 : Astro]
I remember back in the days, when niggas really ain't have it
Food in my hands I ain't bite, I grabbed it
Bad kid, bad school, bad friends
Mamma checking her purse to see I stole the last ten
Disperse hit the block nigga put it on my tag
I know mamma couldn’t stand my black ass
Blue, red, American or black flags
You blend in with the crowd or get clapped fast
My nigga sold weed for cash, back in class
I was the smartest
But showed off for broads with the cakes
Since 5th grade babies were made
Not by this kid they only let the crips hit
Shit, one chick was so bad we was beggin
One week in the school, the second week she was pregnant
Kinda scary but
To me it was a joke
Shawtys offer me neck, I’de prolly choke
I use to take notes, go home, forget all I wrote
(?) I knew I’d be poppin’ in due time
It’s crazy how my niggas do time
Leave the pen, celebrate like they’re men
And when
3 oclock hit we was on that on the block shit
Gunshots from last week seeking who got hit
Feds investigating, we instigating
Lost souls but with the business we found our way in
I was swaying with my Brownsville crew
I never told my mamma ‘bout the shit I use to do
Remember I came home with my face black and blue
She was feindin’, screaming for awnsers like who?
I never told, the reason why
See mamma is Jamaican she don’t let that shit fly
She woulda tried to fight the dudes that hit I
And if somebody hit my mamma, somebody gotta die
I think ahead
I never smoke, niggas said I move like I hit a blunt or two
A wise fella I sit back and observe
Let the pen hit the pad like the bodies hit the curb
Niggas called me weird cos I focused on my verbs
I spent hot weather puttin’ words together
I leave this place, I come back godlike
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