Ghetto Livin` lyrics

Artist  : X Mia 
Song : Ghetto Livin`



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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