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Ghetto Story
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Czn
Don Czn
Songwriter
You Uncle Willie Son
You Uncle Willie Son
Songwriter

Lyrics

I come from da ghetto this my ghetto story Mama single parent no dad to hold me mama single parent so that didn't show me How to be a man I had to show me I'm hitting this bitch from the back I feel I'm all that so I record me In the streets now the youngins don't even know the OGs The best thing I know is to stay out the way & stay lowkey All I had was my bruddas and mama Cut these bitches off run up my dollas' From the dirty swamp gutta the bottom ABN product of my environment I said fuck the job search nobody hiring bossed up myself I ain't thinking bout retiring Don't think cause I moved to this city That I'm hiding I ain't hard to find me All I see is hate never love that's how I peeped you hating when we was coming up I see it clear through these Cartier buffs you got paper but you too can be touched Growing up on the west side of that Monroe made me a menace that's just how I come folk Won't stop till I accomplish everything that I come for Meanwhile the spot booming get the front door I don't make excuses that's why it's a problem when excuses get made I ain't tryna hear no talking no rara y'all beef everyday man I'm tryna get paid Income coming in 4 different ways I be tryna tell Bridgett this a new wave Uncle Richard telling me you Taylor made I see it in yo' ways just a whole other phase Imma get the AP no diamonds just the face It's the big boss don't need a suitcase I won't take another lost won't let you double Big chilling in a loft looking down at the city nigga cause I come from da ghetto This my ghetto story Mama single parent no dad to hold me Mama single parent so that didn't show me How to be a man I had to show me I'm hitting this bitch from the back I feel I'm all that so I record me In the streets now the youngins don't even know the OGs Best thing I know is to stay out the way & stay lowkey All I had was my bruddas and mama Cut the bitches run up my dollas' From the dirty swamp gutta the bottom ABN product of my environment I said fuck the job search nobody hiring Bossed up myself I ain't thinking bout retiring Don't think cause I moved to this city That I'm hiding I ain't hard to find me
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