"Ghetto Boy" lyrics
(feat. 3D)
[Peezy:]
In these motherfucking ghetto streets, these pigs daily sweating me
I ain't no celebrity, everyday I wake up, I'm just thankful I'm alive
Tattoos on my body, for all my niggas that done died
Rats and roaches made me get a bag in motion
I lost 40, 50 bands [?] hustling
Boy, quit talking 'bout that strap, if you ain't got it on you
You lose your life over some red, like we in California
We get money for the days we didn't
On a daily mission, feds want us locked in prison
'Cause they think we selling chickens
[?] truck, ain't finding us, so we laugh at them
But all these fucking chains and watches, I ain't mad at them
I used to couldn't get a nigga to throw a bag at me
Now my only mission is to make my moms and dad happy
Drop my nuts in any situation, I know God got me
Rest in peace to my nigga [?] I know my dawg watching
[3D:]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in these ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up?
Yeah
I'ma get it just like me
Just a Detroit ghetto boy
[Peezy:]
What you gon' do when you grow up?
Put a one on that dog, and make it go nuts
Passing out food, like it's cold cuts
Say what you want about me, I got my own bucks
I'ma get it like Meech, when I grow up
Staying to myself, while I'm walking passed a whole bunch
Grannie used to give me 50 dollars for the whole month
Now I'm tryna cop with 50 thousand, what's the hold up?
Stomach used to touch my back, boy, that's hunger pains
Gave me the mentality of never going broke again
Love my auntie to death, but she on dope again
Caught a fucking case in Ohio, here we go again
This the same shit they booked my mans on
If you don't work, then you don't eat, you know the saying, homes
If you ain't ready for the streets, the nigga, stay at home
Money over everything, nigga, that's the way it go, boy
[3D:]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in these ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up?
Yeah
I'ma get it just like me
Just a Detroit ghetto boy
In these motherfucking ghetto streets, these pigs daily sweating me
I ain't no celebrity, everyday I wake up, I'm just thankful I'm alive
Tattoos on my body, for all my niggas that done died
Rats and roaches made me get a bag in motion
I lost 40, 50 bands [?] hustling
Boy, quit talking 'bout that strap, if you ain't got it on you
You lose your life over some red, like we in California
We get money for the days we didn't
On a daily mission, feds want us locked in prison
'Cause they think we selling chickens
[?] truck, ain't finding us, so we laugh at them
But all these fucking chains and watches, I ain't mad at them
I used to couldn't get a nigga to throw a bag at me
Now my only mission is to make my moms and dad happy
Drop my nuts in any situation, I know God got me
Rest in peace to my nigga [?] I know my dawg watching
[3D:]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in these ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up?
Yeah
I'ma get it just like me
Just a Detroit ghetto boy
[Peezy:]
What you gon' do when you grow up?
Put a one on that dog, and make it go nuts
Passing out food, like it's cold cuts
Say what you want about me, I got my own bucks
I'ma get it like Meech, when I grow up
Staying to myself, while I'm walking passed a whole bunch
Grannie used to give me 50 dollars for the whole month
Now I'm tryna cop with 50 thousand, what's the hold up?
Stomach used to touch my back, boy, that's hunger pains
Gave me the mentality of never going broke again
Love my auntie to death, but she on dope again
Caught a fucking case in Ohio, here we go again
This the same shit they booked my mans on
If you don't work, then you don't eat, you know the saying, homes
If you ain't ready for the streets, the nigga, stay at home
Money over everything, nigga, that's the way it go, boy
[3D:]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in these ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up?
Yeah
I'ma get it just like me
Just a Detroit ghetto boy
