Gone From The Ghetto

We gone from the ghetto, so long to the Ghetto. But it's on every time we go back Home to the ghetto. We gone from the ghetto, So long to the ghetto. But it's on every time we go back home To the ghetto. We gone from the ghetto, so Long to the ghetto. But it's on every time We go back home to the ghetto. We gone from the ghetto, so long to the Ghetto. But it's on every time we go back Home to the ghetto. Let's go, let's go. Money make the motherfucking whole world rotate. Come up in this motherfucker tryna get my money Straight. Going on a mission, but that's for moving Digits. Looking at the strippers, dipping for some Chippers. I don't give a fuck about what you Give a fuck about. I'ma say it loud and Clear, can you hear it clear and loud? I'ma always make it happen, gotta keep my money Stacking. Always in to get it cracking, listen what A nigga spitting. is just a little visit, After us, there'll be no more. This is what I'm fighting for, after this, there'll Be no more. This is just a little mission, Once you see it, gotta get it. After us, there'll be no more. I paint a picture like Magellan. Stomping and belling. Beastly, surrounded by a quarter pound jelly. After this typhoon, here the tycoons. Bananas, I'ma go ape shit soon. I baffle the masses, the heavy metal fly. You see my ghetto side, I'm so ghettofied. It's systemic, love it 'cause I live it. Staying on my pivot, dipping, ain't really tripping. We gone from the ghetto, so long to the Ghetto. But it's on every time we go back Home to the ghetto. We gone from the ghetto, So long to the ghetto. But it's on every time we go back home To the ghetto. We gone from the ghetto, so Long to the ghetto. But it's on every time We go back home to the ghetto. We gone from the ghetto, so long to the Ghetto. But it's on every time we go back Home to the ghetto. Young and hard-headed, Discarded bar. Breaking up cigars in a world of Stars and cars. They call me a motherfucking rebel. Never slipping, my pedal to the motherfucking metal. Stuck in federal prison, I was born in the Ghetto. Struggle and hustle and flip it from dusk Till dawn. Getting it on in the ghetto. Now we gone from the ghetto, so long to The ghetto. But it's on every time we go Back home to the ghetto. Till I'm gone, I'ma always feel at home in The ghetto. Keep a chrome in the ghetto, Philly's Known for its ghetto. I'm known for my Lexo, known for my necklace Glow. Known for having the best flow up in The West Coast. Sex clothes, all in the trap With automatics. All the static always cracking, Manifesting the toast. And my neck full of rope, my chest full Of smokes. Not a slave to this money, but I hated being broke. We gone from the ghetto, So long to the ghetto. But it's on every time we go back home To the ghetto. We gone from the ghetto, so Long to the ghetto. But it's on every time We go back home to the ghetto. We gone from the ghetto, so long to the Ghetto. But it's on every time we go back Home to the ghetto. We gone from the ghetto, so long to the Ghetto. But it's on every time we go back Home to the ghetto.