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Ghetto Rich (Ft. John Legend, Lil Wayne & Nas)

Shit, we tryna get it for real

Oh, Rich Boy, you niggas better get focused

Get money, muthafucka, get money, muthafuckaLet me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised

Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's

Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police

Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win

See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen

It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone

Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral homeI be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back

So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack

Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep

Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap'Lotta niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends

It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

Niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends

It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break menIt's where you live, it's where you play

It's where you learn your favorite slang

Your world is ghettoIt's where I live, it's where I'm from

It's where you had to tote your gun

Your world is ghettoCan't explain how I feel growin' up in the gutter

Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her

Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate

Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gateMovin' weight the only thing them street niggas know

Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show

But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from robbin'

Do or die situation when ya tired, be stavin'Government'd never send me a dime for school

So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool

I'm a leader for the South, pa, open ya ears

Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tearsIt's where you live, it's where you play

It's where you learn your favorite slang

Your world is ghettoIt's where I live, it's where I'm from

It's where you had to tote your gun

Your world is ghettoI'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back

Got a couple white packs 'cause they fiend for that

Early five in the mornin', pigs showin' they badge

Real niggas in the street still showin' they ragsSpeed bumps in the road start slowin' me down

See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now

Got a chance to advance, so I'm makin' my move

Couple o' people still thinkin' they got somethin' to provePay the card for the South, yeah the hood my home

Told my mama I'ma leave the dope game alone

On my knees every night conversatin' wit God

Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hardStill totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies

I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit the Uzi

Even if I take a trip around the world and back

I'm representin' for the hoods where they feel me atIt's where you live, it's where you play

It's where you learn your favorite slang

Your world is ghettoIt's where I live, it's where I'm from

It's where you had to tote your gun

Your world is ghetto, your world, ghettoThrow 'em up if you know what the hood like

Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life

Throw 'em up if ya ghetto, shit

Your world, ghetto

Songwriters

McIntosh, Michael Ladale / Richards, Maurice / James, JamalPublished by

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