P4 Da Don - Da Ghetto

Don't let the money change you
For the love of loot
I ain't Talking Capri suns
But I squeeze all the juice from the fruits of my labor
I'm a downsouth raider
Snap on tracks like gators
Burning pine by the acres
Surrounded by lawbreakers
While ducking these lawmakers
This the life of the ghetto
From the east to the west coast
Ain't a place that I can't go
Stepping good like a gecko
Small but I get big in the paint like drew bledsoe
Hiking the steppest mountain to the top the rainbow
No pot of gold just fat sack to keep my lungs black
Roll this light that
Eyes lows doormat
This that summertime drinking out the waterhose shit
This that lock the front bring yo ass through the back door shit
Got my ass whoop for school skipping school this was like 06
I ain't never been a fool i always took risk
Stare death in the eyes & gave that bitch a kiss

This is the life of the ghetto
This is the life of the ghetto

1700 A L to the M A
Shreveport where them boys bang out broad day
See no evil taught speak no evil another cold case
Make no sense/cents sprinting to cells
So I'm gone pace to the millions
Past tramaus I been healing
Im not better but I'm different from the next man
Keep pushing through the fog though it's blurry
I can still see it all very clearly
The glass half full not half empty
Connected to the source that within that me
The soul of them Soulja's from them plantations within me
From Shreveport up to Kansas City
7413 Montgall some shit just stick with me
I was born in the ghetto so I'm die in the ghetto
Death I do not fear when it's time ima let go
Roll the herbs up get higher than falsettos
Roll the herbs up let's get higher than falsettos

This is the life of the ghetto
This is the life of the ghetto

Written by:
Percy Mccoy IV

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