Ty Farris - Out the Ghetto lyrics
rate meI'm energized, my engine size, a hemi 5
I'm chucky looking into Kenny's eyes with a kitchen knife
But this ain't South Park I'm slapping niggas south park
since the late night it's been an outlaw
raised by the g's repping the b's and c's from the east
niggas reaching, but what's a bee sting to a bee
beware when you beefing because niggas bring the heat
walk out the streets with a shotgun in the sleeve of my fleece
cpr to the streets, when I breathe on these beats
But I'm tryina achieve things they think I can't reach
no need for a speech when I stand on the podium
they know my flow opium, that's why the block coping them
[Hook]
As I reminisce, I remember shit that I did
just to live as a kid in the ghetto doing bizz thinking
I'm never escaping about this motherfucker
I'm never escaping about this motherfucker
I'm just tryina make it out the ghetto
I'm just tryina make it out the ghetto
...and plans ain't getting drunk off that...
underground, hit moving things
It's like I'm handcuffed to the stop sign with a glock 9
screaming the block mine, now I'm up in the cop ride
on my way to the prison cause they believing I'm deep
with my heaters be in needs every evening
but honestly I'm scheming on an exit strategy
but ghets and the lext and my set no nationally
but it feel like the demons of the ghetto keep grabbing me
and some niggas get on twitter and start throwing chance at me
but that's the quickest way to be fatality causalty
so think about that when you rapping to challenge me
I belong on the top of your list
if the topic is spit, even my haters prolly rocking to this
[Hook]
As I reminisce, I remember shit that I did
just to live as a kid in the ghetto doing bizz thinking
I'm never escaping about this motherfucker
I'm never escaping about this motherfucker
I'm just tryina make it out the ghetto
I'm just tryina make it out the ghetto
...and plans ain't getting drunk off that...
underground, hit moving things
Maintaining this survival with lions
like they lighters for figthers who wasn't as triumph
in the mist of the violence
check my accolades, I'm lyrically Cassius Clay, that's an average day
my heaven sent is magically passed away
I used to practice posing for magazines, phantom dreams
models feeding me tangerines
as the camera beams, on this thug's face, tell me how that rug taste you pussy
and force the street life you play rookie
with rays, rays and k's or razor blades
can't change its way influenced by gangsters who paved the way
maybe say since I'm product of the 80 days, I may be cerazy
me against the world, you can't blame me
cause these streets ain't got no heart, and I'm smart
cause I'm marked, as a weapon without a cause
fuck the laws, never pause, as I crawl to the top
I recall on the block, gripping my balls with the glock
[Hook]
As I reminisce, I remember shit that I did
just to live as a kid in the ghetto doing bizz thinking
I'm never escaping about this motherfucker
I'm never escaping about this motherfucker
I'm just tryina make it out the ghetto
I'm just tryina make it out the ghetto
...and plans ain't getting drunk off that...
underground, hit moving things.
