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 n*gger 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