Horse Shoe G.A.N.G. - Story Of A Ghetto Boy lyrics

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This is the story of a little ghetto boy

Trapped in the ghetto, tryna make it out

And he’ll do anything by any means

Left out there

I got a motherfucking nod on my hip

Nod on my hip, shit, oh, oh oh, oh, oh

I gotta make it out this ditch

Climb out this ditch

No need to be scared

Cops wanna see me there but he fled

Learn to be stealth

Learn to be a stealth yeah

Get a ghetto got a plan?

It’ll take a good man

And then to take it to the person with a burn around the shelf

Imma take the ghetto’s plan and Imma turn it on itself

Cause Imma take this ghetto swag and Imma turn it into wealth

So when the cameras and the lights hit a tug

You might see a product the white kids will love

Cause the majority of rap fans is white kids

When a black man make it that’s when a dark knight rises

All I ever had was a lama and a dream

Robbing everything tryna get cream

No wallet, no dollars in the pockets of my jeans

I was pushing that rock I was grinning with my team

A young nigger hustling, selling from the window

My heart had a fast beat, no low tempo

I never fuck with snitch nigger giving up the info

Stay on my grind like a nimpho getting

But I need more my whole team need dough

But beat good a lot of dudes that I hustled with before they locked now

Tryna ball hard so we can score when they touchdown

We all tryna get to work, freedom I that

Stuck in the…that’s why we ghetto trapped

This is the story of a little ghetto boy

Trapped in the ghetto, tryna make it out

And he’ll do anything by any means

Left out there

Yo feel like Alicia Keys, I grew up in hell’s kitchen

I try to stay afloat call me Michel Phelphs listen

Yeah Michael P cause the help is missing

Mama’s dealt…with a couple jail sentences

You know the story on pigs the tail’s twisted

When times get hard, time is a dick

Got the lock should be spelled with the L missing

I take you niggers to the beach where I'm from LB

Bust crew niggers eats one from

Listening, listening, but y’all ain’t listening

Ghetto ass nigger tryna clock that paper

No high school diploma never got that paper

I'm tryna find escape tryna find it fast

But if you ain’t to me no errors then escape is no tangles

This the story of a little bitty, a little Diddy

Why little Lenny scared though?

Was tryna hold me like a little Teddy

Plus was still in shitty riding that intercity man

What put in my hand was a gun with a trigger that’s my thumb

Bust too while they and fuck you

Been in every car I’ve seen shooting at every one

The bus moves thinking I bust 2

That’s the shit like zoey, zoey, Z

Kids screaming which gun do you want me shoot you with

I was talking hammer when a rapper drop too legit

For the shit I can’t handle for a dollar, innocence

I'm still asking for change

Cause they don’t hear it when a ghetto kid holler

This is the story of a little ghetto boy

Trapped in the ghetto, tryna make it out

And he’ll do anything by any means

Left out there