| You know those days when you hear the lord calling you
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| But you don’t respond 'cuz you ballin' and your all in two
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| Your ghetto star lifestyles, big houses and cars
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| Million dollar phone calls to bad bitches and all
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| A nigga don’t make five bucks to spend before he come up
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| Sippin' out this half a pint bout to light up this blunt
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| Just reminicin' bout past years, deaths and tears
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| So many fallin' peers I’d never though I’d see these years
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| Swallowin' my tank of beer hope the rain hide the tears
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| Pray to God I ain’t scared, if they bust, hide and hit
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| And if they come fightin' shit I won’t believe it cuz I’m low
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| I’m a child of God and keep mashin' for whats good to me
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| You should recognize game when it’s all in your face
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| Would you choose to lie and die mamed so you fall on your face
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| But I refuse to lose so I ball in my space
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| Live my life straight ballin'
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| I hear the penitentary callin'
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| Live my life straight ballin'
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| I hear lord Jesus callin'
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| Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star
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| I invented my own lifestyle from crumbs and dope
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| Fuck shattered dreams there’s fatter things that come from hope
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| You heard 'em holla «keep ya head up»
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| I ask God to help us out
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| The world’s caught a plague and everybody’s weapons out
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| Shoot first, and never get to the ask questions part
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| When we blast testin' marks you ain’t fit to live a day here
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| Best to keep your heat and hold your post you wanna stay here
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| It sure ain’t worth askin' why I stay so high
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| You don’t irritate my mind
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| And I ain’t got time if it ain’t about a dime
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| The fat pace, crack chase, played out with ces
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| It’s gettin' rich with Low Lifes ands it’s put on my chest
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| And fuck a high speed chase, gettin' laced with slugs
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| And stuck steppin' off a plane duct taped with drugs
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| I’m tryin to live my life to the fullest extent
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| You crossed my clique noe you know what them bullets just meant
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| We keep it hittin' hard bangin' corners bouncin' up the boulevard
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| Smokin' somethin', niggas dumpin' hollerin' bout «life is hard»
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| Just cuz we ride to live, mean somethin' gotta give
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| I don’t care who you are, live like a ghetto star
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| Life is only one time, that’s why we hate one-time
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| Tryin' to live my life, my life under the sunshine
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| That’s why I live, when they get deep I hold my breath
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| And here’s my only reply when he asks me 'bout death
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| I said, «I never could picture me dead
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| Could only see my life is lavish and obviously
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| I can get it so I gotta have it»
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| And you can live your life forever scarred
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| But I’mma ball 'till I’m gone livin' life as a ghetto star
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| Bently coups, mini mansions like Snoop
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| And watch full of rocks, million dollar speed baots, yaughts
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| All the time I got. |
| is spent on some hood shit
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| Pray when I see the break of day on some good shit
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| Hit the liquor store to get some blunts for the dope
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| Man if I ain’t hight, can’t cope
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| God help us
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| You hope to hear us holler his name
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| He know we stuck in all this sea and chasin dollars and fame
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| When will it end
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| The pain and the pressures of life come at once
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| And the only remedy is some drinks mixed with blunts
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| The lord knows what goes on behind closed doors
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| And it’s twntey five to life with those ho’s with gold? |
| bows?
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| Catch you at your momma’s hose slippin'
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| Gang bangers from the game we ride when it’s time for dippin'
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| Kill the cops, fuck they law, they ain’t arresting me
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| Life is jail without bars and ghetto star is my destiny
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| Live my life straight ballin'
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| I hear the penitentary callin'
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| Live my life straight ballin'
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| I hear lord Jesus callin'
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| Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star
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| Live my life straight ballin'
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| I hear the penitentary callin'
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| Live my life straight ballin'
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| I hear lord Jesus callin'
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| Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Star, artist - Bad Azz. Album song Word On Tha Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп