Ghetto Gospel

Bang bang bruh here's my letter to the streets
Never bowed to defeat never beg on me cuh
Just smiled on my knees
Imma ghetto super star needle in haystack
Dawg that's me
From the ghetto to beach but i'll still slang a iron
And that's on the dead locs and the EOC
Best believe we ain't never gon speak
On what this mofucka' done D. I. D
Got shot up in the dark leave that ass in the park
Soul flyin wit' the stars
And he mad I done snatched on his bitch
And i tore his pride apart
Bruh you shoulda' checked that bitch
Right back from the start
But luckly i ain't hurt you
When this AR15 wanna merk you
Beretta show em what that mofuckin work do
Bullets send that ass back back real quick no cerfew
Put that bitch on worldstar
Launder that money jus' like I'm in Ozark
One down bitch worth a hundred thousand bitches
100 real Gs worth 100,000 snitches
Fuck a small turf bruh I'm runnin through districts
So keep the hoes in check while i'm serving out disses
Ain't my fault that ya bitch want kisses
None of yo business
The bitch fucked round got addicted
But i ain't even fucking wit you hoes not a lil
Suck on this bitch kiss on the purple pickle
Extended ass bullets i'm sending out missles
Send so many shots I ain't gon miss you
Revenge taste sweet but lead taste bitter
Told you before I'm banging on bitches
Straight banging on snitches
Don't give a fuck if you crippin
I did that shit
I hit then dip
I don't want that lil bitty bitch
If I did
I'm dumb as fuck
Cause now that Lil bitch throwing my shit
If you fuck wit em
Then you duck wit em
No switching sides bitch
You stuck wit em
Yall dummy dum
Why you tryna run
How the fuck you gon out run this gun



Credits
Writer(s): Ashley Whitaker
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