Ghetto politics, get money, spend it on the leathers all,
Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call
Im getting a feeling now, motivation to go out and be the best that did it
Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',
And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game
Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name
Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,
Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message
Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks
Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones
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