Ghetto Gospel
Uh
Ghetto Gospel where the cops is the crooks
And the kids is the victims and the ones getting cooked
Young niggas on the block we ain't never been
Shook (Why)
Running niggas jaw if we get wrong looks
(Look)
How the fuck I could get a gun before a Job
I ain't have no money so my niggas had to rob
All my bros carry round tools like they bob
And we dressed in all black like we part of the mob
(Mob)
Ghetto gospel shit that's all a nigga know
Praying to the father but i followed street code
Hoodie on,eyes open,tuck the heat low
Even if you getting jumped stay on your feet bro
Growing on my side niggas always need hope
It's always R.I.P my guys or we screaming free bro (Free bro)
Niggas steady lacking you won't catch me sleep tho (Sleep thooooo)
Devil on my shoulder as I inhale weed smoke motherfucker
(Muy Caliente)
Dumb nigga, everybody know
That ya boy stay high cuz his eyes real low
With the butter-soft Uggs on looking like a crook
Running for the train, then I switched for the jooks
Six rings, I should be awarded in this rap shit
Peep, weak niggas can't race thru the track-list
Practiced doing donuts in a tank
Looking super-fly with the fresh perm and a mink on
Real talk, niggas talking that shit
I sit ya lil ass down in a snake-pit
With the tank on E, hit ramps with the top down
She heard I rap, now she wanna give top now
Well I'm busy suplexing great whites
On the seafloor, sound stay wet for the ice
Coastguard on my dick when I flyby
Cause I'm swimming in the deep end, fuck a drive-by
Big gang shit, niggas lace up everything
Atrium and Kith for the fit, fuck wedding rings
Diamonds on the flip flops, fur on the face mask
Let a nigga feel supernova when that shit blast
Shit stache Cartman ass niggas in the face
I'm a grown man rapping at a lil kid's pace
So I'm a slow it down for the retards
The niggas tryna crack safes with a keycard
Please God, niggas talk a bunch of nothing
Like they rock hard but they fucking softer than a muffin'
Get loose, like ya boy doing wit the freestyle
Lift more bars than ya mans from the Green Mile
See now? Yeah you niggas senile
Imma just let the beat ride, bitch peace out
Ghetto Gospel where the cops is the crooks
And the kids is the victims and the ones getting cooked
Young niggas on the block we ain't never been
Shook (Why)
Running niggas jaw if we get wrong looks
(Look)
How the fuck I could get a gun before a Job
I ain't have no money so my niggas had to rob
All my bros carry round tools like they bob
And we dressed in all black like we part of the mob
(Mob)
Ghetto gospel shit that's all a nigga know
Praying to the father but i followed street code
Hoodie on,eyes open,tuck the heat low
Even if you getting jumped stay on your feet bro
Growing on my side niggas always need hope
It's always R.I.P my guys or we screaming free bro (Free bro)
Niggas steady lacking you won't catch me sleep tho (Sleep thooooo)
Devil on my shoulder as I inhale weed smoke motherfucker
(Muy Caliente)
Dumb nigga, everybody know
That ya boy stay high cuz his eyes real low
With the butter-soft Uggs on looking like a crook
Running for the train, then I switched for the jooks
Six rings, I should be awarded in this rap shit
Peep, weak niggas can't race thru the track-list
Practiced doing donuts in a tank
Looking super-fly with the fresh perm and a mink on
Real talk, niggas talking that shit
I sit ya lil ass down in a snake-pit
With the tank on E, hit ramps with the top down
She heard I rap, now she wanna give top now
Well I'm busy suplexing great whites
On the seafloor, sound stay wet for the ice
Coastguard on my dick when I flyby
Cause I'm swimming in the deep end, fuck a drive-by
Big gang shit, niggas lace up everything
Atrium and Kith for the fit, fuck wedding rings
Diamonds on the flip flops, fur on the face mask
Let a nigga feel supernova when that shit blast
Shit stache Cartman ass niggas in the face
I'm a grown man rapping at a lil kid's pace
So I'm a slow it down for the retards
The niggas tryna crack safes with a keycard
Please God, niggas talk a bunch of nothing
Like they rock hard but they fucking softer than a muffin'
Get loose, like ya boy doing wit the freestyle
Lift more bars than ya mans from the Green Mile
See now? Yeah you niggas senile
Imma just let the beat ride, bitch peace out
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Horton
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