Ghetto Boi

Little ghetto boy
In the ghetto streets

Yeah
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
That's right
We never even planned to be here this long man
You gotta face responsibility
I know I didn't
Look at me now

[Verse 1: Sevin]
Yeah Yeah
God as my witness
I never thought I'd live this long
Hang with the blame game
But somebody did us wrong
I sip a fifth and reminisce about
Being kids but wasn't kidding when we said we'd slit our wrists
If it would get us on
A whip dipped in chrome
Slippers and bigger home sickenin'
When being poverty stricken's all that niggas know
Yeah
I had a dream of gettin butta
Now I'm sleeping in the gutta
With no eats up in the cupboard
My young life wasted in the fast lane
Had fun making cash rain
Until the task came
Used to be danger
Had to leave behind that last name
These days I'm trying to clear my mind
Glass brain
It breaks my heart to see my young niggas press they luck
And knowing at the end of the day they gon' be left with nothing
But they watch videos with fancy cars and pretty hoes
But life in prison or a casket's how it really goes

[Chorus]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
Whatcha, whatcha whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

[Verse 2: Sevin]
Yeah Yeah Yeah
This noodle right
I need a brew to make it thorough the night
Shooting kites
Got more homies doing life than doing right
We keep the Ruger tight
View life through a shooter's sight
Instead of moving white
I choose to spew the truth right through the mic
But this music hype is nothing but a masquerade
The cash I made don't kill the pain I feel
My brother passed away (Rest In Peace nigga)
This fatal life's regarded to a massive grave
I gave my life to God
I am the master's slave
Yeah
I squat the under bucket through the turf
On my futile search for beauty
Maybe my view is cursed
I understand my niggas eatin' so they hustle grams
But I hate see 'em risk they freedom for a couple grand
I'm trying to construct a plan
But niggas ain't work breadie
These streets'll lead you to a early grave
The dirt's ready
I'm a leader
And that shirt's heavy
Follow me
Let's chase Christ
We don't wanna go where dollars lead

[Chorus]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
Whatcha, whatcha whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

Ghetto boy Fatigue Wallace
It's the boy Fatigue
Sevin HOGMOB
Let's get it

LEGGO

[Verse 3: Fatigue Wallace]
I'm from the hood bruh
Grow up without my paps
Then I lost my mom
My nightmares on snap
But I'm still gettin guap
Cuz they know what I'm bout
I stay praying to the lord for a different route
I was a ghetto boy
Born up in these ghetto streets
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Woke up to my momma kissing on another man
I thought that was my dad
I was a kid
I didn't understand
But now I'm grown now
I want my own nah
I love the Lord
But I'm known to tilt that chrome nah
Most of em fake
Some of em real
That's why I rock with my fam
Cuz I know the deal
My big bro Sev he be really rocking doe
Disrespect him bruh
We get to Wocka Flockin though
He a Christian
I'm a baptist
Same thang
He from the bay I'm from the hood
Bruh it's the same gang

[Chorus]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
Whatcha, whatcha whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility