Lyrics Who Don't - Ghetts, Ghetto

Who Don't

Everyone’s different
So what I want, you might not want
Visa versa, yeah
Who Don’t
Who don’t wanna be rich?
(Who?)
Who don’t wanna be big?
(You?)
Who don’t wanna have status?
(No one)
Who don’t wanna have kids?
(Them)
Who don’t wanna be rich?
(Who?)
Who don’t wanna be big?
(You?)
Who don’t wanna have status?
(No one)
Who don’t wanna have kids?
(Them)
Who don’t?
Maybe you don’t but I do, material things
While some just want a bowl for their cereal in
'Cos they’re too poor to buy food
Homeless are living atrocious
What you know about a stomach full of ulcers?
Girls who are twelve with chlorosis
Count your health as a bonus
If you disagree
Imagine living with a disability counting on blood donors
Some are focused on diplomas, is it bogus?
I guess not
'Cos when you’re sitting in a sweat box
And jail be the next stop
You’d be looking at them like «let's swap»
Nobodies life is minus a crisis
Take my advice, it’s priceless
You can die from a virus
Hepatitis, even meningitis
Man’s sick and still got food on consignment?
It don’t stop, no matter the climate
It won’t stop, due to the level of violence
It’s so hot because of Trident
The road’s blocked
Sirens break silence
More time it isn’t the one with fire hydrant’s
Routine checks, even if you’re legit
They’ll waste your time analysing your license
It’s like an assignment
Who don’t wanna be rich?
(Who?)
Who don’t wanna be big?
(You?)
Who don’t wanna have status?
(No one)
Who don’t wanna have kids?
(Them)
Who don’t wanna be rich?
(Who?)
Who don’t wanna be big?
(You?)
Who don’t wanna have status?
(No one)
Who don’t wanna have kids?
(Them)
Money be the main objective, they respect is
That’s why some man are so well connected
They ain’t never felt hell rejected
That’s status, that’s papers
That’s famous, here come the back stabbing traitors
More time it’s never the strangers
It’s somebody closer than neighbours
Now they wanna act like they awful courageous
And approaching the flamers
And he might be the type
That stripes can excite
It’s a fight for your life
When it’s time to decide
If pride is a crime, is it time to be shy
And all nice and polite?
Never cry to the swine
When your life’s on the line
Some say I’m not right in my mind
But I live by the street code
Something like Tyson in his prime
But I ain’t gonna lie
I be frightened of crying
It’s kill or be killed
Money’s the root of all evil
Still I wanna see at least three mil'
I know it’s deep still
I told you before, some just want a free meal
I could lose three bills and be on my feet still
Am I selfish?
Hell no but I sell dope
So my money’s as long as a railroad
As far as girls go
I stay strapped and I don’t mean velcro
Who don’t wanna be rich?
(Who?)
Who don’t wanna be big?
(You?)
Who don’t wanna have status?
(No one)
Who don’t wanna have kids?
(Them)
Who don’t wanna be rich?
(Who?)
Who don’t wanna be big?
(You?)
Who don’t wanna have status?
(No one)
Who don’t wanna have kids?
(Them)
MC’s are the subject of envy
So eventually kids be spitting in assembly
MC’s there’s plenty
Coming through the entry
Who don’t wanna be big from elementary
Drive a Bentley and live rent free
But for some it would take half a century
If not never
That’s why some pricks wanna ever prevent me
I ain’t got kids to feed but some day I will
Who don’t wanna have kids?
Some say it’s real, this life’s main appeal
But single mothers still struggle to pay the bills
Some baby fathers don’t wanna raise their kid
They’d rather raise stainless steel
And be caged or killed, that’s aimless still
Don’t ever take a child for granted
You could lose yours like the brother of Grant did
Love heals regardless…
Who don’t wanna be rich?
(Who?)
Who don’t wanna be big?
(You?)
Who don’t wanna have status?
(No one)
Who don’t wanna have kids?
(Them)
Who don’t wanna be rich?
(Who?)
Who don’t wanna be big?
(You?)
Who don’t wanna have status?
(No one)
Who don’t wanna have kids?
(Them)