Ghetto Gold
I use to dream bout the days I would have it all
Dove in that water nigga cannonball
I still remember the days
Double time shifts for minimum wage
Was barely rappin I was tryna get paid
It's kinda crazy how the grind flip
Seeing life change up
When you got a callin it be hard for you to hang up
Show em how you get down
They question how you came up
I'm still a product of the block
Still moving product from the block
Took a risk it was COVID when I opened up shop
Had my pops
I ain't spend my youth runnin from the cops
I was workin on my aim nigga gunnin for the top
Hard to not get tangled up when the money come in knots
I put so much time in I'd be a fool to cop a watch
Bitch I transformed a lot now im transforming lots
They say you know you gettin guap when you comments full of bots
Bitch we blew on tik tok
We ain't blow off tik tok
I aint do one dance
But gettin dough off tik tok
This for all the days I had to hide my smile
Before I throw it in I'll let a nigga buy my towel
Made from the soul
All That Pocket watching
Boy ya food gettin cold
Did it from the crib
Humid thousand records sold
Hah... I call it ghetto gold
Dove in that water nigga cannonball
I still remember the days
Double time shifts for minimum wage
Was barely rappin I was tryna get paid
It's kinda crazy how the grind flip
Seeing life change up
When you got a callin it be hard for you to hang up
Show em how you get down
They question how you came up
I'm still a product of the block
Still moving product from the block
Took a risk it was COVID when I opened up shop
Had my pops
I ain't spend my youth runnin from the cops
I was workin on my aim nigga gunnin for the top
Hard to not get tangled up when the money come in knots
I put so much time in I'd be a fool to cop a watch
Bitch I transformed a lot now im transforming lots
They say you know you gettin guap when you comments full of bots
Bitch we blew on tik tok
We ain't blow off tik tok
I aint do one dance
But gettin dough off tik tok
This for all the days I had to hide my smile
Before I throw it in I'll let a nigga buy my towel
Made from the soul
All That Pocket watching
Boy ya food gettin cold
Did it from the crib
Humid thousand records sold
Hah... I call it ghetto gold
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Writer(s): Larussell Thomas, Anthony Anderson, Michael Prince
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