Lil' Ghetto Nigga

Huh.

This shit is called a little ghetto nigga.

Yeah.

Step to J. Cole on the beat.

I'm like a thud.

Wrap.

Don't scream on point.

I can't beat you.

Yeah.

It's the comma.

It's the comma.

That's the comma.

Yeah.

It's for my nigga to be struggling.

Yeah.

It's for my nigga to be struggling.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm like a pussy.

Yeah.

Just another pussy.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

On.

Life's down like a young black and genius.

Sunstrap with guns, pack and jeans.

And the blood's got my lungs black and jeans.

Yeah.

Play with killers, home, get a slunk crack for leisure.

It's telling nigga run, neck, you gun, clap for speakers.

Yo, niggas, it's in me late.

What's coming out of the street?

Because, till everything we learn came from rap was not teachers.

Because, if we came relate to how to help you go reaches.

On surround the bar crooked cops and preachers.

And when my trust is, no time to think about illegal.

When the stomach's touching.

By any means, nigga, even if the gun is busted.

I feel the world for where it is now.

I see that I just look as slim five kids now.

Because, uh, it wasn't set up for my people to rise.

My nigga's slaying, but I see the pain deeper.

I think it's living like they don't give a fuck

And I don't blame them as to call world live it up

Baby, I'm not gonna see the dream that I dream

The pain in my sky, the pain in my eyes

But no matter if you're a baby, hope that it is better

Baby, I'm making so little break you

No, no, no, yeah, you

I live up in the sky, see that ghetto person

I live on the block, my niggas on the curb, curses

Another day in the village, do I stay in the chill?

We're going playing the field, help my mother, pain is bills

Tell me, niggas, we don't black, some shrap, yeah

The whites got they lunch back for school, we had our guns back

And all the niggas wanted to take us, my mom from that

But they rather like us, I'm gonna make sure we don't come back

You killing niggas over beef and shit, even better

Just one less cool niggas have to arrest you

So the tricky cop pretops, piss them get it taken

They didn't even finish the eagmarts

Just one niggas looking like a street song

Pops it on the corner till it's sleep time

Wait the finish milling like somebody hits the rewound

Because I'm ghetto person, circulate

My niggas still person, another day in the city

My niggas stay in the chill?

The dream that I dream, the pain in my sky, the pain in my eyes

But no, what if you fail to pay me?

Or if you fail to pay me?

You'll make me feel great too

No, I'm gonna let it break you

letz

Heyector

I'm good, I'm on the road.

Yeah, I'm like 20 minutes from DC.

I'll be there like 4.5 hours.

I mean, I'll be lying if I told you I was doing a speed limit.

Now I'll drive the safe though.

Oh, you cooking for me?

Yeah, that guy, I ain't had no whole cook food in like three months.

I swear.

How you doing though?