Ghetto Gospel
Ahhhh yeahhh
Listen if you at your job
Cruising in a car
Or near a dance floor
Just vibe just vibe
Lets go
You already know how I'm coming in this shit
My youngin's finna Tik Tok to this bitch
You already know just what time it is
All my niggas go and pull out the stick
Dade County and you know where I'm from
Make them ring fingers touch your thumbs
Dade County and you know where I'm from
Make them ring fingers go and touch your
Grandma Martha going crazy in the kitchen
In the kitchen cooking up some fried chicken
She going crazy on that cast iron skillet
Lord have mercy know I really miss it
Fast forward got to push it to the limit
More life, more love, new beginnings
I don't give a fuck if I'm out here sinning
All I care about is I'm fucking winning
You only live once still the fucking motto
Living in the streets trying to see tomorrow
If a nigga die, don't be sorrow
Retaliate in all black like Zorro
I want the money, the power, respect
I want your coochie
The power of sex
I'm murder the beat call it dead beat
I'll neglect the beat, call it a dead beat
Made a hit song and I called it hit
Hit a lick then we spend the block real quick
Now everybody want to know the kid
I don't care I'm just trying to be rich
See you looking from the corner of my eye
When I whip out, don't be surprised
Ain't no gift wrapping, this ain't Best Buy
Ain't no gift wrapping, bitch I'm the prize
Dade County and you know where I'm from
Make them ring fingers go and touch your thumbs
Dade County and you know where I'm from
Make them ring fingers go and touch your thumbs
Make niggas do the ATL stump
Make niggas want to go out there and bump
Make New York go and chicken noodle soup
Make LA crips and bloods take a snooze
Tell The Weeknd I'm loving the crew
Tell Brent Faiyaz I'm with the crew
Don't care about me or you
You want beef well what about the stew
I'm still cooking up in the stu
Ask my engineer I can never lose
Tell Airic to turn up the tunes
Tell Hitman to bring out the tools
Red diamond, graveyard side, we some fools
Nothing straight cause we bend all the rules
Miami Heat but we still being cool
This nine milli leave you in your own pool like
Listen if you at your job
Cruising in a car
Or near a dance floor
Just vibe just vibe
Lets go
You already know how I'm coming in this shit
My youngin's finna Tik Tok to this bitch
You already know just what time it is
All my niggas go and pull out the stick
Dade County and you know where I'm from
Make them ring fingers touch your thumbs
Dade County and you know where I'm from
Make them ring fingers go and touch your
Grandma Martha going crazy in the kitchen
In the kitchen cooking up some fried chicken
She going crazy on that cast iron skillet
Lord have mercy know I really miss it
Fast forward got to push it to the limit
More life, more love, new beginnings
I don't give a fuck if I'm out here sinning
All I care about is I'm fucking winning
You only live once still the fucking motto
Living in the streets trying to see tomorrow
If a nigga die, don't be sorrow
Retaliate in all black like Zorro
I want the money, the power, respect
I want your coochie
The power of sex
I'm murder the beat call it dead beat
I'll neglect the beat, call it a dead beat
Made a hit song and I called it hit
Hit a lick then we spend the block real quick
Now everybody want to know the kid
I don't care I'm just trying to be rich
See you looking from the corner of my eye
When I whip out, don't be surprised
Ain't no gift wrapping, this ain't Best Buy
Ain't no gift wrapping, bitch I'm the prize
Dade County and you know where I'm from
Make them ring fingers go and touch your thumbs
Dade County and you know where I'm from
Make them ring fingers go and touch your thumbs
Make niggas do the ATL stump
Make niggas want to go out there and bump
Make New York go and chicken noodle soup
Make LA crips and bloods take a snooze
Tell The Weeknd I'm loving the crew
Tell Brent Faiyaz I'm with the crew
Don't care about me or you
You want beef well what about the stew
I'm still cooking up in the stu
Ask my engineer I can never lose
Tell Airic to turn up the tunes
Tell Hitman to bring out the tools
Red diamond, graveyard side, we some fools
Nothing straight cause we bend all the rules
Miami Heat but we still being cool
This nine milli leave you in your own pool like
Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Bynum Jr
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