Young Scooter - Ghetto Gold lyrics

rate me

This one for the homie down the road

Try to get the bricks and gales that’s the ghetto go

I will never run a niga I could never fold

Stay down til you come on really

Shit somebody ever told me more than all the OG-s

Again to show me, stay away for the police

A hustle ain’t shit if he can’t safe

Go to sleep and pray to God I wake up to my place

Shit high, streets ain’t safe, you’ve got fifteen just the other day

Ruses snitching in the street what the hood say?

My partner do a life sinner cuz he didn’t think

I know a face in thirty years , fucking is the same

I guess I got so much money I can’t even think

20 years old bout my first meat, flash back, smooth that

House full of things

Just like my partner police I jug up everything

What I know about the streets? I know everything

I sow everything, I know everybody

I hope you got that pill and don’t turn up everybody

This one for the homie down the road

Try to get the bricks and gales that’s the ghetto go

I will never run a niga I could never fold

Stay down til you come on really

Shit somebody ever told me more than all the OG-s

Again to show me, stay away for the police

A hustle ain’t shit if he can’t safe

Go to sleep and pray to God I wake up to my place

Shit high, streets ain’t safe, you’ve got fifteen just to got safe

Just damn presidents my pocket stuck in graves

Throw hall maris flock out hear catching players

One foot in, one foot out

Foxes home for a week ain’t got took a lot

Lord, way they will get his life away?

And why I have to die on this …day

Well my father had to stand up for his number

Still feel like I can’t take no more

Don’t miss the fly and die in the studio

Cuz my mama …I’m looking at the sky for a answer

This one for the homie down the road

Try to get the bricks and gales that’s the ghetto go

I will never run a niga I could never fold

Stay down til you come on really

Shit somebody ever told me more than all the OG-s

Again to show me, stay away for the police

A hustle ain’t shit if he can’t safe

Go to sleep and pray to God I wake up to my place

This one for the homie down the road

Try to get the bricks and gales that’s the ghetto go

I will never run a niga I could never fold

Stay down til you come on really

Shit somebody ever told me more than all the OG-s

Again to show me, stay away for the police

A hustle ain’t shit if he can’t safe

Go to sleep and pray to God I wake up to my place