Ghetto Gospel E

Oh yeah, Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Uh. G shit, coming from where niggas don't see shit. Yeah. No peace treaty, believe me, some real street Shit. Some. Speak so fluid and bondin' that old P shit. Still got bitches that's hoing, That's on me, pimp. On Street life, thugging in the same fits as Last night. Oh. But we ain't never tripping on Mom as long as the cash right. That's right. You don't really want no problems, we Do it on sight. Uh. Hop out, the homies be with it, don't take This shit light. Doot, doot. Get off, squeezing the semi like we don't do Fights. Rent a car, drop it in Vegas then Take a cheap flight. Cheap Uber right up to The airport and cop a red-eye. A little getaway to get my mind right, Mind right. Mind right. Still the same nigga from the West Side. And I can say I really done did it Where the best died. These shades greet me when I land, real gang Ties. For Ghetto gospel and hood lullabies. Shit, Everything we know now gone and left, Yeah. yeah, yeah. Is this our destiny? Yeah, On mine, yeah. Uh, now the bitch was stealing Rollies, tryna bring 'em to the homies. She was danger zone roaming, I was on the Porch smoking. Eyes partially open, But your dog super focused. Jet, life, rolling with the dopest on some Coast-to-coast shit. I know woopers, I know locs Just 'cause it's hustlers all over. Dollar signs what it's 'bout, on the road to Hide these hoes. Hundred thousand dollar Rolex on my Dickies shirt, two buttons at the top. I got four switches in my rag top. Smoke chamber, private jet hangar, you might pass Out. Cough up a lung, corrupt alums, This where I'm from. Yeah. I gotta eat every motherfucking crumb. I gotta get what I come for, look what I done. But I know I could do much More, push for another Ferrari or another Porsche. Another score, cop coats, break that fucking Dashboard. Stand up in the motor, jamming the Floaters. In the Wraith made for comfort, Driver's seat like a sofa. I'm going wherever the paper, I'm locked in on It. First class flight this morning from New Orleans To California. Upon landing, the bad bitch pulled up On me. Skrrt. laid out everything she had for Me, homie. Yeah, yeah. Everything we know now gone and left, Yeah. Is this our destiny? Yeah. Yeah. Uh. Everything we know now gone...