Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Story Of A Ghetto Boy lyrics

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Hook:

And it’s the story of a little bitty ghetto boy

Trapped in the ghetto trying to make it out, oh

Now doing anything my homie need…

I got a motherfucking nine on my hip, nine on my hip

Shit, oh oh oh oh oh!

I gotta make it out this bitch, climb out this ditch, shit, oh, oh, oh

Nothing else need to be said,

Cops wanna see me dead, but he fled the scene

Learn to be yourself, uh uh uh, learn to be yourself

Yeah, the ghetto got a plan, it'll take a good man

And it'll turn him into a person with a burner on the shelf

But I'mma take the ghetto's plan and I'mma turn it on itself

Cause I'mma take this ghetto swag and I'mma turn it into wealth!

So when the cameras and the lights hit a thug

You might see a product that the white kids will love

Cause the majority of the rap fans is white kids

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

All I ever had was a llama and a dream

Robbing everything, trying to get cream!

No wallet, no dollars in the pockets of my jeans

I was pushing that rock, I was Rondo on my team

Like young nigga hustling, selling from the window

My heart had a fast beat, no slow tempo!

I never fuck with snitch niggas giving up the info

Stay on my grind like a nympho get down!

But I need more, my whole team need dough!

But peep yo, a lot of dudes that I hustled with before, they locked up now

Trying to ball hard so we can score when they touch down

We all trying to get to where freedom is at

Yo we're stuck in the hood, that's why we….in the trap

Hook:

And it’s the story of a little bitty ghetto boy

Trapped in the ghetto trying to make it out, oh

Now doing anything my homie need…

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

I wasn't dealt a good hand, but I dealt with it

Trying to stay afloat, call me Michael Phelps, listen

Better yet, Michael P. cause the “helps” missing

Momma's belt whippings kept away the jail sentence

You know the story on pigs, the tale's twisted

When times get hard, time is a dick

Got these… should be spelled with the "L" missing

I take you niggas to the Beach where I'm from

L.B. niggas bust chrome heats where I'm from…

But y'all ain't listening!

And the ghetto ass nigga trying to clock that paper

No high school diploma, never got that paper

I'm trying to find escape, trying to find it fast

But if you ain't Tameka Harris then escape is no tiny task!

This is the story of a little biddy, a little diddy, my little Kenny's ghetto

Was hard to hold me like a little titty

Plus was feeling shitty riding that intercity Metro.

Would pretend my hand was a gun, pull my trigger, that's my thumb

In bust two while thinking fuck you

And aim at every car I seen, shooting at everyone as the bus moves,

Thinking I bust too!

Hard to ride on this shit, that's the shit like zo-e-zo-e-z

Kids screaming which gun do you want me shoot you with?

I was talking hammers when that rapper dropped 2 Legit

True as shit, I panhandle for a dollar

In a sense I'm still asking for change

Cause they don't hear it when a ghetto kid hollers

Sing is always thinking of…

Hook:

And it’s the story of a little bitty ghetto boy

Trapped in the ghetto trying to make it out, oh

And now I’m doing anything my homie need…

[Outro:]

All I ever had was a llama and a dream

Llama and a dream, llama-llama and a dream