Ghetto Story

Can't fold now
I thought you said you wit it
Just one time and lil homie bout to pay the ticket
Food on the plate
This shit gravy with a side of biscuits
We gone get it poppin
Pop eyes just to get the chicken
These niggas bangin
Hit the nail on the hammer
You on the set
Code red
I'm the camera man
Ok, I'm snapping
Eyes watching just to know the means
Boiling pot hot
Food for thought
This ain't collard greens
Don't give a fuck about death
You think you dying?
Keeping niggas from around me
They keep crying
I'm paranoid already
I feel like Jason, Freddy
I ain't sleeping but I got the cutter
And it's no machete
Macho y masculine
My attire is Michelin
Big M's on my mind today
My thoughts represent Michigan
Made me a monster
You lied
You tried to torture me
If payback is a bitch
I hit yo ass with disloyal fees
I hit yo ass with this f—
I hit yo ass with disloyal fees
Shit's hilarious
(Hehe, yo)
Ok, you better go now
And know it's time to shine
Hop out this bitch
And act cool with that 9-5
You know you solid
Why you cock and load that?
Be chill man, stop
These hoes wack
Gotta get to the finish line
And I finish mine
I grind like a skater
Might need you some Prozac
Gotta tell them to hold back
Niggas been down like woo
If you make a sound they might shoot
Gotta get him a crown too
And he ain't built like me
So he ain't built like you
Wanna make you a move
Do what it do
Then do what it don't
Cause niggas get caught
And they squeal so good
You cut em off
Look at the ground
And you gone need you a knife and fork
They pork
These niggas is food
Stick to the rules
I'm down, I'm up
"Get down, get bussed"
Aiming at you
Don't you do you
'Less you do you
Don't you do you
'Less you do you
Now that's a gem
You hold on to
Ghetto Story



Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Burkhalter
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