Ghetto livin' lyrics

Artist  : Mia x 
Song : Ghetto livin'
 
 
[O'Dell]
Ghetto living (ghetto living)
Ghetto living (ghetto living)

[Spade]
My mama once told me (told me) that the streets
ain't safe
So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my
waist
I'm living in a strange place where all the odds
are against me
I'm doin bad and the shit you got is startin to
tempt me
We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped in
depression
Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be
testin
It got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked
at all times
Cause even I could fall to victim at the drop of
a dime
But that's the chances I got to take to escape
all of this madness
That put you in the casket for the cornbread and
cabbage

[Dolliolie/(O'Dell)]
Lord knows I'm tryin to find an exit out the
ghetto
But it won't let go, that's why I got to tote my
pistol

[Chorus]
Ghetto living
(Father forgive me, I know that what I do is
wrong)
Ghetto living
(I been tryin a find a better way for so long) x2

[Valerio]
Soldiers die in my world but people look at
killers like stars
We duckin from the laws cause we ain't tryin to
live behind bars
Growin up with less, envious of what the next man
had
Never knew what livin good was till I started
movin them sacks
My hood infested with crack, that's why I paint a
picture so vivid
I tell it cause I live it, runnin with boss
bitches and niggas that get convicted
 
This street got us all, nothin changed in the
game but the players
I'm talkin about the hustlers, the ballers, the
killers and the rhyme sayers
That's why I ain't scared to pop a nigga, stop a
nigga, drop a nigga
I only fuck with the real, cause it's real in my
battlefield
I hope it's true what they say, and that the
father forgives
Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto
I live

[Dolliolie/O'Dell]
Chorus x2

[Mia X]
This shit's goin get even realer, so you ain't
gotta ask, I feel ya
I live the life of a hard knock, that ghetto
bitch on the block
My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks and bag
weed
Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot
of minors
With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes
They didn't get it, tombstones and jail cells
also come with it
I pity all them babies born from crack mama's
But I'm a mama too and when the bills is due I
gotta
Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry
My best friend, my cousin and my man died
Or should I say was murdered
I know you heard the same stories before
We walk the streets like we poverties whores
behind the dollar bill
This still life got us dying so young
Precious Lord let the new day come
Uh, come on
Cause ain't no winning when your living like that
It's the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the
trap

[Dolliolie/O'Dell]
Chorus x2