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Montana, you reckless. Child of the ghetto, yeah, I was raised in The dirty. Broken family and trauma, I done seen it too early. I was took from my mama, so I grew Up with my auntie. I used to think that She my mother and the feeling disturbed me. It affected my mental. In the streets cracking sunflower seeds between my Dentals. Rappers make-believe and plus they lacking The credentials. Existential crisis had me way too Sentimental. Stay up out the way is something I Could recommend you. You wanna grow, you gotta be alone. Had some work and I was shook, how fast The shit was gone. Cleared a V up 'cause They steady hitting up my phone. Loyal to the plug, he said, "Be patient, we Gon' get it on." I started writing songs by Candlelight. Child of the ghetto, ain't no guidance From no satellite. Had to learn it by my dolor, we ain't Have it nice. Travel two hours, you could get It for like half the price. In the trenches connected globally. Raised in Romania, immigrated to Germany. I be out in Compton with my locs, chilling Overseas. East side of Harlem eating chicken at that Kennedy's. I ain't trusting on nobody. Talking like they killers, but they never caught Nobody. Shorty think I'm stupid, said she only got A body. I don't care, I kick her out After that pussy get embodied. Brodie on parole, he just had another court date. Free the lil' homie doing time 'cause he ain't Thought straight. Know I been thinking for myself And I ignore hate. Trying to mind mine, Figure out whatever's your fate, homie. And the ink is for the pain. Remember mama crying when I tatted up her name. I was in New York recording one of my Tapes, and I made a few agreements with myself I couldn't break on the East Side. I started writing songs by candlelight. Child of the ghetto, ain't no guidance from no Satellite. Had to learn it by my dolor, We ain't have it nice. Travel two hours, you could get it for like Half the price. I started writing songs by Candlelight. Out of the ghetto, ain't no guidance From no satellite. Learn it by my dolor, we ain't have it Nice. Travel two hours, you could get it for Like half the price.
AdyB, Montanaondatrack — Child of the Ghetto
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