Free da Ghetto

Aye, I was born in the year of the snake
Grew up thinking trapping was a sport in the sun getting baked
Ditching school I ain't gon lie I was the problem child
Mama know her son gone be star my life wild
Lost my granny 2018, I was kickin doors
Check the files never told you could ask the bros
Can't say no names that's that snitching I can't never fold
Get to geeking off that skunk they be like what he on
My nigga D up in the booth he Givenchy stepping
We could pull up to yo crib let a match a weapon
Niggas talkin like they tough I got the message
Pillow talkin out the neck bitch we giving lessons
You could send a 100 shots still won't a drop a track
If I drop a 100 shots the team gon double back
Heard she fucking with the ops all these bitches rats
When you down on yo last they stab you in the back

Mind fucked up I can't trust my own kin
Play this game so hard I think it's hard for me to win
Miss my granny to death, I pray to god repent my sins
Ever told on a nigga, you a Judas, not no friend
I spitting flame to neck, like a dragon outta fear
Push the foreign so hard, it's gettin hard for me to steer
Beat that road so long, oh shii, I almost hit a deer
If you thuggin on the block then put up for ten for a bid
Never ran from a fade but heard this .40 bark
Fuck a fade everybody dying Noah's ark
Me and zo plotting plays trynna run it up
Nigga trying to save the bitch call 'em captain clarke
Slayin niggas like a Russian king of the tsars
Firing missiles with precision trying to flip the car
Sliding foreigns since a youngin, benz a hawk you down
We ain't never had no rentals man you niggas clowns



Credits
Writer(s): Miykeal Joiner
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