Ghetto CHLD

'Member they had left me on my back I ain't have nothing
Now they keep my name in the discussion
Any plan I got I follow through it come with hunnid's
I forever dream bout winning I can't lose, this all for something
My life up in the fast lane
I'm tryna slow it down
Only time they come around is when you open that bank account
And see a couple hundred thou'
Folks tryna get the runaround
They say I'm a Ghetto CHLD and I think that it's funny now

Aye watch your back it's Five-0
We treat ops just like sports, jitt they rivals
I'm on a flight, don't know what time the arrival
Prolly a different time zone
I got so much business to handle I could use five phones
That ain't your bro if he gave up the drop
He tryna slide it's best advised you tell your gang to stop
Talk down on the city send my bro to slap you silly
Loaded semi and I'm swerving gritty in that brand new Hemi
He been wishing for a burner but that boy don't go by Timmy
I'ma bring em' out we turn up BNB out in Kissimmee
Can't be bummy, Cuban look like honey, jitt I feel like Winnie
He a rat, and his girl a mouse, I can't trust a Minnie
Ain't no cap she still got my attire
Steady saying, "Who is Von?" did you tell your man about us
On the whip I want some Forgiato's and some new tires
Ion think I get tired, jitt I'm too fire
K1 he gon' get him some bread
Foot on the gas constant pressure jitt we on your head
You not from my city from my state jitt you don't get no cred
Watch your word you lose yo' shawty and you lose your head
Don't ask me bout no -
We got one up on em'
Pressure we pull up on em'
Ion think that he want it
We don't fear no opponent
My gang repping C's homie
Come pick up your freak homie
And I been grinding I ain't sleep good in like nine days
Tryna make it out of Tampa do it my way
Rep my city as hard as I can like Vernon Hargreaves
I keep on speeding in that Lamb burn up the highway
Keep da 22 like Norte Dame
No we ain't the same, ball like Jordan won't fade away
Just told them boys to stay away
Put your head on layaway
Totin' on the Causeway
They don't want no gunplay

'Member they had left me on my back I ain't have nothing
Now they keep my name in the discussion
Any plan I got I follow through it come with hunnid's
I forever dream bout winning I can't lose, this all for something
My life up in the fast lane
I'm tryna slow it down
Only time they come around is when you open that bank account
And see a couple hundred thou'
Folks tryna get the runaround
They say I'm a Ghetto CHLD and I think that it's funny now

They had the luxury to make it out
We had to fight our way to make it out
The life I chose I took the dangerous route
Can't speak on stuff that you don't know about
Changing, why they changing on me, why they changing
She acting famous on me, she acting famous
She would me nothing without me she would me nameless
Oh, why
My dreams and goals are sky high
Sky high
Sky high
Sky high
Sky high
Sky high



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Writer(s): Jayvon Johnson
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