MTE Lani - Ghetto Gospel (Outro)

I think ima call this one Ghetto Gospel
I believe if the shit don’t kill me
It’s only gon make me stronger
Nowadays er body getting dropped
So I keep two pipes no Honda
Keep the H on me, no Hermès
My Nîggas down to ride, no permit
And ima let this 40 Pop and drop every round
Got damn more shells Than hermits
Get up in yo bag stop fronting
My niggas ain’t going for none
Most of these niggas They only get money
When they go ask for some
And we getting paper ona daily
And watch all these niggas try hate me
My dm it been banging but I gotta type
Can’t be fucking wit Swae lee
I really been spending this Money
I thought it would help wit the pain
So ina club I gotta show love
I Gotta Come through make it rain
I gotta lor shorty who like to record me
If it ain’t close friends don’t post
I been getting money she see that I’m shining
Now she wanna drive the boat
I gotta stay focused, you know I’m devoted
I’m just tryna chase these M’s
They want the beef but I want the broccoli
And nah I ain’t talking bout Tim’s
If you want something you gotta go get it
That’s really only way you gon win
Too much money is never enough
So I guess everyday we sin
You can do what I do, it won’t be the same
You can drive what I drive, but I’m switching lanes
I’m going nowhere fast, but I gotta keep going
They saying I’m insane
But I can’t slow down, they say I’m bro now
What they Wan be ona team
Bitches be jumping from nigga to nigga
Like Kermit these niggas is green
When I picked up the ball
I had to speed it up
I gotta get momma ah house
Before I think about Bentley trucks
I gotta look out for the the fam
I’m just tryna chase these bands
These niggas be bluffing ain’t really got nothing
Do this shit for the gram

Written by:
Jelani Wise

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