They say them colors must be fake
In the ghetto n' threw shade.
That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though
Yo i lived a life in the ghetto
Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,
She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe
Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,
Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark
Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,
Then all i really want is for her to go down low
Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.
It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...
If a period is late then i will mark it with a question
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