Ghetto Lyrics by Stunna Gambino (feat. 2KBABY)
Grew up in the ghetto, I was on my own
When I was down bad you ain’t call my phone
So if I call you my brudda, that mean I love you fasho
Cuz they ain’t show no love when I was down in that hole
Ghetto, ghetto uh
Was taught to lay low
Ghetto, ghetto uh
Where everyday’s cold
We come from the ghetto where we go when I say go
When you from the ghetto then you know sometimes the day slow
We ain’t have no cable
Put food on the table
I came from the trenches, I just thank God that I’m able
They don’t know my business but they quick to throw them labels
N***** really bitches, they be sweeter than some Nuvo
I just take it day by day though
Mm, and these drugs they keep me stable
On and on and it be so hard to say no,
Ain’t so non chalant
I just stay up on the way like I’m from number nine
Man I done enough
Fuck what the last n**** did, I gotta run it up
I’m in my bag once again, I blew a hunnit funds
These n***** mad at the kid, I’m in the smash with his bitch
Just put a track on the wrist, woah
You can’t be mad at the bitch, woah
Don’t know the last day you here, woah woah
Get up off yo ass, make a flip, woah woah
Grew up in the ghetto, I was on my own
When I was down bad you ain’t call myphone
So if I call you my brudda, that mean I love you fasho
Cuz they ain’t show no love when I was down in that hole
Ghetto, ghetto uh
Was taught to lay low
Ghetto, ghetto uh
Where everyday’s cold
We come from the ghetto where we gowhen I say go
When you from the ghetto then you know sometimes the day slow
My brudda brudda, mm
We from the ghetto
I love ya love ya, mm
No I can’t stay no
We was posted up on that corner just like a scarecrow
Checking for them funds with my brothers, man we was dead broke
Got it out the mud for real
When it’s up it’s up for real
Last n**** spoke on my name got hit with slugs for real
Got some change, I ain’t change and I’m thuggin still, mm mm
But I feel like fuck it still
I’m paranoid for real
I thought my life was supposed to change when I first got my deal
I still aint make it out the trenches, I need a hunnit mil
My lil bro wanna see some brains, he buggin off a pill, mm
Grew up in the ghetto, I was on my own
When I was down bad you ain’t call my phone
So if I call you my brudda, that mean I love you fasho
Cuz they ain’t show no love when I was down in that hole
Ghetto, ghetto uh
Was taught to lay low
Ghetto, ghetto uh
Where everyday’scold
We come from the ghetto where we go when I say go
When you from the ghetto then you know sometimes the day slow