Ghetto

With this box I'm like Dillan
I'm Mike with the Piegan
Bullets They were pinging
We Surviving not living
Uh Step with 2 hammers shoot them on camera
My dinners better than Deluxe manor
Need a nardo grey cullinan
950 a onion
Running through hes we don't cuff them
When it wernt cool g
I was Strapped up with the toolie
When Outside was frying like Morley's

Member when I try get man in the car no air play
Phone on air plane slapt my ting bare face

Plug on the phone like aux
If they Beefing with my nigga then they beefin us all
Gun big like notorious
Pole in my hand like a walking stick
Them nas ain't real just the jewellery is

I got stories untold
Ever Brought Man on works and they froze
Where I'm from nas die before there old

What's a fire a to a flame let it burn
I speak gasoline I got heat
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me came up In the streets
What's a car to a plane I'm a soul
Betted on me gon see
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nutten to me came up in the streets dawg

I don't usually drop rapper verses
I don't think they know what mashing work is
All i see is bare puys that's bags and purses
Before I knew him I heard him
I don't listen I feel it when I listened I felt it
When I spit this st forever like I wrote it with felt tips
You ain't never bagged a Brizzy and felt sick
Crop yard and it's giving me rashes
I put heat on the streets like I'm giving them mashes
Play a beat let me turn it to ashes
Shooting nas in my sleep I got clap em dreams got these bagga
sweets manny Meeks man can't chat to me stack my ps made my first m
off the streets and I'm do this shit again on repeat I guessed
this fire made me flame up the way
I came up came up the way I came up

I speak gasoline I got heat
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me came up In the streets
What's a car to a plane I'm a soul
Betted on me gon see
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nutten to me came up in the streets dawg



Credits
Writer(s): Meekz, Ray Blk, Ricardo Miles
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