Lil' Ghetto Nigga

Yeah, uh Uh, yeah, yeah (his shit is called, "Lil Ghetto Nigga") Yeah, uh Fayettenam, nigga (shoutout to J. Cole on the beat, uh) Carolina, nigga (my nigga does it all, rap, produce) (Dj OnPoint) y'all niggas better catch up Yeah, yeah It's The Come Up Let's bring it in (let's go) Yeah, this is for my niggas in the struggle Yeah, this is for my niggas in the struggle (Yeah, yeah) uh, uh 'Nother perspective Just another perspective Yeah Yo, uh Lifestyle of the young, black, and genius Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus (yeah) Play where killers hung at and slung crack for leisure (uh) And tell a nigga run that, get gun clapped for sneakers (boom) Young niggas emulate what's coming out the speakers (uh-huh) So everything we learn came from rappers, not teachers 'Cause if we can't relate then how the hell you gonna reach us? (Huh?) Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers (yeah) Who am I trusting? No time to think about illegal when your stomache's touching (nah) By any means, nigga, even if the gun is busting I see the world for what it is now I see the odds is looking slim for our kids now 'Cause, uh, it wasn't set up for my people to rise (yeah) My niggas sling, but I see the pain deep in they eyes Niggas living like they don't give a f*ck And I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up (live it up, nigga) The things that I've seen (seen) The dreams that I've dream (dream) The rain in my sky The pain in my eyes But know that it gets better, baby Hope that it gets better, baby Don't let this world break you (you) Nah, nah, don't let 'em break you (yeah, you) Uh, I look up in the sky, see that ghetto bird circling (yeah, uh) Them rollers on the block, my niggas on the curb, cursing them (f*ck you) Another day in the Ville, do I stay in and chill? (No) Or go play in the field? Help my mother paying these bills (yeah) You tell me (nigga) We young, black, some strapped (yeah) Them whites got they lunch pack for school, we had our guns packed And all a nigga wanna do is take his momma from that (nigga) But they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back You kill a nigga over beef and cheddar? Even better Just one less coon they won't have to arrest soon F*ck a crooked cop three times Bitch, I'm getting cake and ain't a nigga finna eat mine (nah) That's why a nigga looking like a street sign (yeah) Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time (uh-huh) Wake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind (why?) 'Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my niggas still cursin' 'em (yeah, yeah) Another day in the city, my niggas, say it with me, yeah The things that I've seen (seen) The dreams that I dream (dream) The rain in my sky The pain in my eyes But know that it gets better, baby Hope that it get better, baby Don't let this world break you (you) Nah, nah, don't let 'em break you (you) (Is this what you want?) What's up, mama? I'm good, I'm on the road Yeah, I'm like, like twenty minutes from D.C. I'll be there in like four-and-a-half hours I mean, I'd be lying if I told you I was doing the speed limit, so Nah, I'm drivin' safe, though Oh, you cooking for me? Damn, thank God, I ain't had no home-cooked food in like three months, I swear How you doin' though? You good?