Lyrics Ghetto Livin' (feat. The Ghetto Commission) - Mia x, Ghetto Commission

Ghetto Livin' (feat. The Ghetto Commission)

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
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
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
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
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