RetcH - So Ghetto (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

While they had 20 bags, you blew ova the plan

I sold liquor bags, pened the pounds

Hustles ova frowns in my city's doubts

Seen my name, study low life pinchin' brain

And my bitch played my dick in the paint

Start beatin' I'm just catchin' a flight up

You prolly drugged out of sippin' the Sprite

You know my life, drink, smoke, roll some dice

Get clubbed with the holten night

Hit a bitch on the way, south pole nigga got caught in the vague

I hit the sherman go dumb with the FEDS

Now the Glock can kill me, point the stars doin' em filthy

You a raz night neva felt guilty, nigga, walk with me

Call in packs at the sound of the chirp

Smokin' dope while I'm baggin' the work

In the booth at the top of the staircase

Prolly gettin' top in the staircase

The fiends take a bump and can't stare straight

Yeah, we don't believe in God, but if it cloudy then the times get hard

It make a nigga wanna get up and bark

But the kneel body niggas'll starve

In need of both, so I'll give em a job

Feed the peoples, nigga

A lotta people gone shed in fumes

So the TV got the shit at news

Ya know the streets fin' these made up rules

Oakless niggas ain't pay they dues

Showed up topless with beat up shoes

Shit is wicked and most of these niggas is dark

This shit is done if ya press yo luck

When ya know the peeps get the searchin' yo truck

They smell weed, now they bringin' the dogs

Tryna get mandate to give you a charge

Take you to the county, tryna show you em bars

Speak of beef and share my row

Had the money, had to fill that girl

Rode a bike and magnola stops

Played the books and I played em blocks

So what' ya know about wakin' up in the middle of a situation?

They have yo dawg, wanna ask ya questions at the station

Steady murdered you, said you was handed the boat

Bottom ? name in the dirt, plus you a jumper

Got you changin' yo shirt, the wrist bear what you did at yo birth

Jail sucks but intake is the worst

Odd names tryna break yo part, you should post yo bail

Now you know where to start

Think of the numbers that you know by heart

And got sold for the love of the 'fetti

I copped a soul and then dutched for the 'ghetti

A lotta niggas that I run with is petty

But my niggas, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

Tell the bag's still with shit at the deli, nigga

(Outro)

And it's still fuck you, nigga

Nahwimsayn?

Ya know you is sure to go bag on birth

Y'all niggas stories ain't addin' up

Fuck all o' that