Darrell Craig - Ghetto Story (feat. OG Sin)

Young boy sixteen living for the smoke
On Ig he had a draco on his last post
Blue cheese on his sleeve he just hit a lick
He gang affiliated so you know he with the shit
Durkio his favorite rapper and his father figure
Got two bodies under his belt a natural born killer
He been active since eleven in the street rebellion
Said if he go to jail he take his lick he never telling
Grew up in foster homes ran away ain't feel no love
Headed to the street and started distributing drugs
Smoking za and popping percs to take the pain away
No sunshine in the trenches only rainy days
Loyal to his brothers in the end they all he got
On demon time he ain't gone hesitate to bust the glock
Drive by homicide one of his brothers died
In his arms as he looked him straight up in his eyes
Put it on his own soul that he gone ride
Shed a tear that was the first time he ever cried
Loaded up the drake spinning hunting for the ops
Blue lights got behind him damn there go the cops
Young boy don't got a license or no registration
Mind gone head filled with that frustration
Cock the drake and pulled over like everything straight
Cop approached the car he let him have it in the face
Fleeing the scene thinking fast trying to get away
Ditched the car and burned it up all he could do is pray
Went to his crib he was scared and a lil confused
It messed him up when he seen his face on the news
Dash cam seen it all it was clear as day
Packed his bags Young boy ready to leave the state
The city hot twelve looking for the cop killer
They want him dead or alive ready to kill that nigger
One of his brothers told him he'll get him out the state
Because he love em he ain't trying to see him catch a case
Told him to meet him by the bridge where they use to smoke
His brother pulled up and turned him in to the folks
Called crime stoppers turned him in to the feds
Sold his lil homie out for a lil bread
Thought they was fam they was bonded by the same oath
It's everyman for they self the game cutthroat

Real Life

To all my young ghetto soldiers
Out here living in the next cape
Realizing the real before it's too late
Niggas snitching crossing out real bosses
The game has changed now real bosses taking losses
Wake up young ghetto soldiers and know the truth
Trust no man and by all means guard your booth
Real words coming from a real ghetto soldier
It's not a gimmick young nigga it's a culture
Real life

Written by:
Darrell Craig

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