Ghetto Sermon (feat. T'Myh B.)

Fake shit don't come out you if it ain't in ya
Bout these hoes I swear these niggas chicken tender
Once they show you who they is please remember
Past trauma got my heart cold as December
I'm in to making money not friends cutting off loose ends
Mix the soda with cola I can buy me a Benz
Is you mad at me or you mad it's me
Either way get used to it I ain't even reached my peak
Weak niggas not supposed to like me my strength intimidating
I'm a playa and these women say my aura captivating
My favorite past time is pouring up lines of the cleanest drank
I'm the coldest nigga out my section nigga to be quite frank
Now it's bout time we start talking about that real shit
All pride to the side why you got that gun if you ain't gone kill shit
I mean life is hard ain't easy way to deal with it
You knew that shit would hurt and you still did it
I mean what you need protection from
Don't walk I suggest you run
Ain't no place in the streets I play for keeps
Get the bag and I'm done
Cause it ain't like back in the day
To be a man you had to pay
Then you could have some say
I work hard no I don't play
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas ain't cooked no crack
These niggas ain't living like that
And these niggas ain't got no sack
No ain't got no sack
Life is a game and money how we keep the score
If you can count it then it ain't enough go and get some more
They laugh at your dreams til you start getting paid
I had to plant some money trees so I could catch me a lil shade
Why you eyeing my pockets
Why you minding my business
I ain't Jesus or got Alzheimer's ask the lord for forgiveness
Speak about me the way you speak to me nigga
Voice cracking when you speak you looking weak to me nigga
I'm in something rare kinda antique to a nigga
Respected and revered I'm real mystique to a nigga
Yeah faith over fear
Get them lows from out west and make them shits disappear
And I don't like to repeat myself if you can huh you can hear
Now it's bout time we start talking about that real shit
All pride to the side why you got that gun if you ain't gone kill shit
I mean life is hard ain't easy way to deal with it
You knew that shit would hurt and you still did it
I mean what you need protection from
Don't walk I suggest you run
Ain't no place in the streets I play for keeps
Get the bag and I'm done
Cause it ain't like back in the day
To be a man you had to pay
Then you could have some say
I work hard no I don't play
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas ain't cooked no crack
These niggas ain't living like that
And these niggas ain't got no sack
No ain't got no sack



Credits
Writer(s): Alphonso Mcguire
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