Ghetto Garçon

Adams

C'est histoire vraie

Life is a movie, I liken it to the Matrix

Except Morpheus don't guide us and all the agents put crates of crack up in the hood

And now the engine might start to leak and turn my Brown skin Red like the natives they lied about

Grade school droppin' jewels like Selina Kyle, crackers don put my ass in timeout

Baggy daddies, all red chucks, a ruby hoodie

Use my Bic so I can emulate Quik and get a house in Leimert Park

I used to dream bout, lookin at the stars

It won't take long, infatuation wit fast cars

Fast women turn me to sinnin' but I don't judge