Ruggo - Ghetto Believers (feat. Elias The Infinite)

This is that shit I would dream of
I got to whip the four seater
She said she love me to death
Baby you know I believe ya
I got to do all the shit that I said
Promises, I got to keep 'em
I'm going to learn to the end
We just some ghetto believers

Call me crazy for the way I think
Driving solo, doing eightythree
And my sneakers here from eightyfive
Only copping classics, I don't pay for cheap
Don't define my status by my shopping sprees
I don't wear no gold, and my wrist don't freeze
I just set the tone
Now my clique is on
I don't hear the shit that they be saying to me
I just paid off half my credit, bitch we back
I can't fund your dumb ideas they keep going up on gas
I just filled up my whole tank and left y'all chewing on my dust
Can't relate to lazy fucks lil bitch
I leave you in the past
Don't hear what they talking
It's only important if I got a say
I see the number of leaches been going up everyday
That shit depressing if you got to message me asking for play
Funny how we're from the same
Yea

This is that shit I would dream of
I got to whip the four seater
She said she love me to death
Baby you know I believe ya
I got to do all the shit that I said
Promises, I got to keep 'em
I'm going to learn to the end
We just some ghetto believers

I bought me some gold trying to reach for the stars
I thought I could rock it and go really far
But I should've saved up and got me a car
'Cause I'm on the bus and I'm kicking and pushing
And ollying curbs
I flirt with the birds and they chirping right back till they seeing me skate
The gravel and cracks, but fuck it 'cause I cannot live in the past
I'm bussing to work, back and forth
Aaliyah be singing, my headphones is beating
I give them no reason to look my way
I'm saving up cash and tucking my chain
Been whipping the vision, I'm gripping the wheel
Ghetto believer, I'm keeping it real
I pray everyday that I don't see a steel
Got all these dreams and I'm turning them real
I'm blocking distractions I put them to rest
And I'm not a kid anymore I got hair on my chest, yea
Even though it might be a struggle still give it my best
Like Nipsey Hussle said, poke out your chest
I picked up the weight and I did me some reps
I'm climbing the ladder and watching my steps
This ghetto believer gon' be a success, (Yea yea)
Gon' be a success

This is that shit I would dream of
I got to whip the four seater
She said she love me to death
Baby you know I believe ya
I got to do all the shit that I said
Promises, I got to keep 'em
I'm going to learn to the end
We just some ghetto believers

Written by:
Elias Benefiel, Ryan Sheerer

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