Ghetto Rockstar

A letter to the real ones as times to go bye, you gotta move on

A letter to the real ones as times to go bye, you gotta move on

I'm from that side where niggas slide you better keep a tool on

South side we outside, know to get that groove on

Standing ten toes tall, I won't fall, ill prove wrong

I'm an angel in the heart, but got the devil on my mind

Why do I cry, every year a friend gon' die

Why should I lie, keep it Z, never testify

When I try, I seem to fail, I don't know why

But I never quit, I swear man, I put that on my life