Ghetto Lyrics

Infamous on the beat

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Look

I was born in the ghetto

I was bred in the ghetto

I'm chasing bread In the ghetto

I've seen a couple hustlers let it go

But see I'm a never fold

I'm chasing the pot of Gold

And the streets turned my heart cold

We was friends now we turned foes

All this beef man it hurt my soul

Yeah it hurt my soul

You ain't see me never fold

I been chasing me the pot of gold

Ahh

That's why my heart cold

I sold weed in the ghetto

Niggas change

When I was broke nobody used to ask me for money

Now people asking me for money they be like you changed

I be like no you never used to ask me for money so technically you changed

It was cloudy days with no rain

Smoking on that cheap strain

Me and my brothers we was stealing from the local store

We just had to eat

We bonded in the streets

If a homie turned a rat ughh we just made him bleed

Blood this a family

This ain't no gang

We gon smoke

We gon pop

We gon trigger bang bang

Look

Boy you switched side nigga

Was always by your side nigga

So I put it work

Double my respect

I was born in the ghetto

I was bred in the ghetto

I'm chasing bread In the ghetto

I've seen a couple hustlers let it go

But see I'm a never fold

I'm chasing the pot of Gold

And the streets turned my heart cold

We was friends now we turned foes

All this beef man it hurt my soul

When it goes dark well I feel more pain

Pops don't like me , mama say I should pray

It's deep in my heart God will make a way

If it's wrong or right I got to keep the family safe

My homie slipped back

He smoking crack cocaine

Used to rap profane

And now he sad all day oii

He used to chase dreams

Right but now he day dreams

And he always plotting schemes of getting high and not rich

I told him fight you no bitch

I give am hand e no reach

I know that I'm a sinner

But the pastors gats preach

If it's a service or a funeral

The choirs gon sing

Got to cover all the leaks

Or the ship is gon sink oii

I was born in the ghetto

I was bred in the ghetto

I'm chasing bread In the ghetto

I've seen a couple hustlers let it go

But see I'm a never fold

I'm chasing the pot of Gold

And the streets turned my heart cold

We was friends now we turned foes

All this beef man it hurt my soul

Yeah it hurt my soul

You ain't see me never fold

I been chasing me the pot of gold

Ahh

That's why my heart cold

I sold weed in the ghetto

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