Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me
Im only 18, so Im a young buck
Its a ride, if I dont scrap, Im getting stuck
But thats the life of a G, I guess
Eses way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It aint nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz aint no fist fight
So I guess I gots ta handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
Lil ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
Now, Im trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
Im back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That Im making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed but its alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it aint no thing to me
Cause now Im what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get wit cause Im down respect trip
Nigga, Im bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do
Didnt know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
Im grab his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didnt understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess thats what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread
Lil ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
Something for the real OGs to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, Im the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo
Seven young Gs but they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about whats really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now Im back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think its wrong but we tend to think its right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when youre broke, you break, check it out
So aint no need for your mama to trip
Cause yous a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip
Lil ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
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