Ghetto Rich

Rich Boy ft. John Legend, Nas & Lil Wayne - Ghetto Rich(Remix)
(rich Boy)
Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them Ks
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
Bama wasnt made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get ya put in the pen
Its real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sending niggas to the pen or the funeral home
I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back
So Im holding on my gat just in case they attack
Bullet holes in ya house itll make it hard to sleep
Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
Lotta niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends
Its real how them penitentiary barsll break men
Niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends
Its real how them penitentiary barsll break men
(chorus) John Legend
Its where ya live, its where ya play
Its where ya learn, ya favorite slang
Your world is, ghetto
Its where I live; its where Im from
Its where ya had, to tote your gun
Your world is , ghetto
(Lil Wayne)
I could never win an Oscar cause I dont know how to act
So on my first million dollars and I aint know how to act
Then the second million came, then more came after that
Then more came after that, Hurricane after that
DAMN!!, and yall saw the aftermath
And in my hood we dontfront, so I do give back
When you see a hood nigga you gotta tilt your hat
And since Im a hood nigga I do just that
OGs used to tell me you just rap
Lil nigga all you need to do is rap
And just when I thought I was gonna do just that
Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stone was crack
Fuck being like Mike I wanna be like pop
Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like Pac
Please put down the pipe you dont need that rock
Please put up a fight for the kids that watch
Us in the spotlight and then they mock
But caskets get closed and then they drop
And cases get closed and they are dropped
Cause no one knows and nobody got
Any out nor N-O, cause they better not
Three words to a witness they get shot
Let me tell you what this is, this is the block
Always talk to God, never listen to cops
(chorus) John Legend
Its where ya live, its where ya play
Its where ya learn, ya favorite slang
Your world is, ghetto
Its where I live; its where Im from
Its where ya had, to tote your gun
Your world is, ghetto
(Nas)
Its cool to love to win but its better to hate to lose
Theres only one Nas by the hundred thousand yous
You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money
Niggas is broke plus the Wolves is hungry
Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money
Morgues full of niggas who the last shit they ate in stomach
Spending stake, GORE-TEX boot, Prince still on his face
His still on his face when we revisit his wake
Whatevers undone Id do it, fight against a whole army
One gun Ill use it, some son two shit
Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia
Youre far from opponents; we could spar for the moments
I stay in deceitful conversations with creep with foul natures
Attempted murders trials, the basics
Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims
Its the shit we live, uh, Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony
Bullets even hit a crack-head in his Abercrombie
Psycho analyst was asking me what happened to me?
See the yacht got to me, then the gat got to me
Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money
Then these beautiful bitches was bending backs for me
Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly
Man I dont give a fuck, this is rap to me