Children of the Ghetto (feat. Guap Tha God & Thruway)
We the children of the ghetto
Making all the noise and you call it heavy metal
When it comes to drama all that beef will get settled
I don't think you ready to start dancing with the devil
We the children of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto ghetto
We the children of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto ghetto
We all lose but I'm not, I'ma win
Cause I'm wise and I think outside the box that I'm in
Couple shots of the Henn then I'm gone with the wind
I could swerve out this world through these songs that I sing
I stay away from the frauds and imposters
And attract to the ones who see spark in my chakras
I'm heartful somehow I'm involved with the mobsters
The ones who make calls and put sauce on their lobsters
Get the work from Papi, smoke blunts with the Rastas
Make calls, whoever you call they can't stop us
You can act if you want but you not winning Oscars
Swagger jack if you want but just know you can't conquer us
They on to us, they can't hang with us
Baby come hang with us
I can get you wet like angel dust
I spread my wings like an angel does
Cause we got those things with us
Armed and dangerous
Yo, I'm Van Halen when I play on my guitar strings
I get acoustic in the rhythm that this beat brings
That heavy metal when I gotta let the thing ring
All that beef will get settled and then you'll hear the lord sing
We acting bad habits while I'm hearing Black Sabbath
I'm McJagger, Rolling Stones, rock star status
My pants patent in all black leather jacket
My Jimmy Hendrix bandana a few acid tablets
Blue faces ain't Crip though
Underground money ain't talking 'bout crypto
Lit though
Cutting that fish though, official
Been getting money with kin folk, you wish hoe
I'm so ghetto so legendary
You niggas eating off the top
Kid we ain't never worried
You in a box that cemetery
I'm repping hard like Scary Jerry
I'm a hundred nigga
We the children of the ghetto
Making all the noise and you call it heavy metal
When it comes to drama all that beef will get settled
I don't think you ready to start dancing with the devil
We the children of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto ghetto
We the children of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto ghetto
Making all the noise and you call it heavy metal
When it comes to drama all that beef will get settled
I don't think you ready to start dancing with the devil
We the children of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto ghetto
We the children of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto ghetto
We all lose but I'm not, I'ma win
Cause I'm wise and I think outside the box that I'm in
Couple shots of the Henn then I'm gone with the wind
I could swerve out this world through these songs that I sing
I stay away from the frauds and imposters
And attract to the ones who see spark in my chakras
I'm heartful somehow I'm involved with the mobsters
The ones who make calls and put sauce on their lobsters
Get the work from Papi, smoke blunts with the Rastas
Make calls, whoever you call they can't stop us
You can act if you want but you not winning Oscars
Swagger jack if you want but just know you can't conquer us
They on to us, they can't hang with us
Baby come hang with us
I can get you wet like angel dust
I spread my wings like an angel does
Cause we got those things with us
Armed and dangerous
Yo, I'm Van Halen when I play on my guitar strings
I get acoustic in the rhythm that this beat brings
That heavy metal when I gotta let the thing ring
All that beef will get settled and then you'll hear the lord sing
We acting bad habits while I'm hearing Black Sabbath
I'm McJagger, Rolling Stones, rock star status
My pants patent in all black leather jacket
My Jimmy Hendrix bandana a few acid tablets
Blue faces ain't Crip though
Underground money ain't talking 'bout crypto
Lit though
Cutting that fish though, official
Been getting money with kin folk, you wish hoe
I'm so ghetto so legendary
You niggas eating off the top
Kid we ain't never worried
You in a box that cemetery
I'm repping hard like Scary Jerry
I'm a hundred nigga
We the children of the ghetto
Making all the noise and you call it heavy metal
When it comes to drama all that beef will get settled
I don't think you ready to start dancing with the devil
We the children of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto ghetto
We the children of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto ghetto
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Taveras
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