Ghetto Soulja

These are the tales of a ghetto Soulja

7:30 in the morning bucket flooring like a foreign
He ain't got no destination just escaping all the torment
Quick to killin is his game all other options gettin boring
Think he playin with h bag but real life he can't afford it
A lot of shit up on his plate so what he thinkin he gone hoard it
But that only make it worse for when that time that he abort it
Preaching to him he won't hear it like is comin in distorted
Shit the streets his only love an since a youngin he adored it
Nigga missed a lot of school so in the streets where he rewarded
Took him in with open arms when had felt this shit got horrid
No father or not a figure here real niggas it's a shortage
Learned lessons up on his own and all his problems he would sort it
I mean what is it you tell him feel he came up unsupported
Anything he didn't have he just resorted to extorting
Play with life up in these streets the quickest way to get it shorted
All these odds he gotta beat but he don't think he just ignore em
Never know with just a push he could be ballin like he Jordan
Grams keep hinting at a job but fast money more important
Speaking of it while she preaching bro get message like we scoring
So he go get suited up cuz now it's time to kick a doe in
Don't know about the lick but all he know it's time to go in
Ain't too far from the hood the nicer houses by the oceans
Up the street from where they hittin saw lil cuz but he ain't knowin
We gone go and bust this play then hit the hood an we gone show em

These are the tales of a ghetto Soulja
These are the rise, wins and fails of a ghetto Soulja

A hundred big ones and some ice bro just hit for something nice
He jetting back to the hood to see what's hittin on the dice
Feel he double up his money that'll really have him right
He go hit big Brody house to change his fit an grab his pipe
Bro get a call up on his phone it's shorty from the other night
She want a youngin for the slide and come and get dat pussy right
He like Ight I'm checking cheese I be up there tonight
Just make sho for I pull up you got them secrets that I like
Hang up wit her get on the gram he started posting up that ice
Not really thinking about how gossip movin at the speed of light

Word get back up to the niggas Brody stripped and they don't fight
Few screenshots and some DMs you think the streets is FBI
Stole from some killers in the city he ain't know cuz he was hired
So half the shit that Brody hit he had to take it to the guyz
Wasn't trippin did the mission hit the block and got it live
Hood lit but the cousin of the killas went on live
He ain't knowin who he hit they just had hit this bitch fired
Though they cousins separate sections but the blood give em ties
Killas stumbled on the live they got the drop they finna ride
Takin shit is for the lazy they claim blessing in disguise
Bro and them is talkin shit like line a lick and we gone slide
Hollin niggas wanna shoot come on let's go here to the side
Lil cuz he peep a nigga comin just can't recognize
Bro was hittin then a nigga walk up nickel between his eyes