This is a song about "From the ghetto when niggas"

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Pussy niggas fight for a dame, i fight when the disrespect came.

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

They're wildy cryin', goin' outrageous, when the niggas close the curtains//

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