Rich Boy - Ghetto Rich lyrics

rate me

Shit, we tryna get it for real... OH! Rich Boy! You niggas

better get focused... Get money muthafucka! Get money muthafucka!

Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised

Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's

Heavy guns and dope boys harrassed by the police

Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police

'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win

See the color of ya skin get'cha put in the pen

It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone

Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home

I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back

So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack

Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep

Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap

'Lotta niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends

It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men

Niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends

It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men

It's where ya live, it's where ya play

It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang

Your world is, ghetto

It's where I live, it's where I'm from

It's where ya had, to tote your gun

Your world is, ghetto

Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gum

Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her

Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate

Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate

Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know

Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show

But a .44'll get'cha money fast from robbin'

Do or die situation when ya tired and stavin'

Government'd never send me a dime for school

So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool

I'm a leader for the south, pa, open ya ears

Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears

I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back

Got a couple white packs, 'cause they fiend for that

Early five in the mornin' pigs showin' they badge

Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags

Speedbumps in the road start slwoin' me down

See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now

Got a chance to advance so I'm makin' my move

Couple people still thankin' they got somethin' to prove

Pay the card for the south, yeah the hood my home

Told my mama I'mma leave the dope game alone

On my knees every night conversatin' wit' God

Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard

Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies

I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit' the uzi

Even if I take a trip around the world and back

I'm representin' for the hoods, where they feel me at

Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like

Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life

Throw 'em up if ya... ghetto life

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