Only1jack$on - Ghetto Boy

Not a Gangsta but I came from the slumps
Gotta family full of worker's that'll put you in a dump
Uncle leave you lopsided with them other lil chumps
Ion preach about that killing but I never been a punk
God bless me with a soul use my mind on the beat
In the suburban now but I came from the street
313 and oak park were I slept and I eat
I had always been monster but I turned into a beast
Told my momma imma pay the bills take away the stress
I ain't had a house since 5 so I'm willing to invest
You can't buy the happiness that's why I'm striving for the best
Got my homies from the east and got my homies from west
They be picking up them guns I ain't Neva seen em shoot
John John pull up on you quick you get to shaking in yo boots
Got that ghetto in my blood and it's coming from the roots
Once again I Got these hands but I Never gotta shoot uh
Not Ghetto boy but baby I'm a Ghetto boy got a lil class Push the gas time to make Some noise
Told my momma she ain't gotta cry cause Imma bring her joy
Pulling up from three I bet I shoot it like I'm Brandon Roy
Not Ghetto boy but baby I'm a Ghetto boy got a lil class Push the gas time to make Some noise
Told my momma she ain't gotta cry cause Imma bring her joy
Pulling up from three I bet I shoot it like I'm Brandon Roy
We the dogs but we sneaky like some cats
If you messing with my family than I'm swinging like a bat
I been putting up them minutes you can go and check the stat
I been chilling on the suite look like I'm Cody and I'm Zack
I ain't neva had the image were I'm faking like a thug
Authentic is the real that's why they been showing love
Trynna fit in with the homies so you started selling drugs
Real homies don't convince they just separate the plugs
Fake guns on the net man it's soft and it's lame
Until they pull on yo block and now you crying like it's rain
Ain't no Black kids in college man I really feel Ashamed
Three lives ain't enough because this life ain't no game
You can come from a struggle it ain't gotta be the hood
People use it in a term so they can make it sound good
They be hugging up them blocks they ain't Neva love em back
Now you dead at 18 cause u was trynna flip a pack dang
Not a Ghetto boy but baby I'm a Ghetto boy got a lil class Push the gas time to make Some noise
Told my momma she ain't gotta cry cause Imma bring her joy
Pulling up from three I bet I shoot it like I'm Brandon Roy
Not a Ghetto boy but baby I'm a Ghetto boy got a lil class Push the gas time to make Some noise
Told my momma she ain't gotta cry cause Imma bring her joy
Pulling up from three I bet I shoot it like I'm Brandon Roy

Written by:
T'ion Jackson

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