Testo Victim of the Ghetto - Freeway feat. Rell
Testo della canzone Victim of the Ghetto (Freeway feat. Rell), tratta dall'album Philadelphia Freeway
Chea
Down in my area
Chk-chk-chk, uh, real shit, uh
It's the Roc, geah
Free, geah, uh
Feel me, p-pause, yo
Yo, yo
I was born in West, but migrated to North
Remember cold nights grinding, niggas paying them tours
Four-door for the stick-up boys if they want war
Fiends coming all night, all I heard was four more
Guns in the cap
When it was jumping, me and Rell hit dances
You could pick me out the crowd rocking a cap
But things changed
'Cause my man Rell fighting a body on State Road
Where it's so cold, rocking his blues
I roll with the ROC, still tryna rock at a show
Shit ain't like '98, niggas' pockets is low
Which way do I go?
Indictments blew over, man, quick to fuse
Shoulder shoveled nick boulders, getting it slow
Me, I'm in the studio, switching a flow
Changing a style, my son and daughter need Pampers
'Cause they just shitted 'em up, he's changing his size
My man Jeff's quick to jack, see the change in his eyes
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, kill
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
And I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust shells
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, kill
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
And I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust shells
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my area
My man playing platinum wheel, platinum deal
Took a trip down South, came back with platinum caps
I'm still tryna write platinum raps
But made a slight change from verse one, started juggling packs
It's like I'm traveling backwards, rewinding the time
Putting four on nine, must be out of my mind
Pump nine, get it out of my palm
Just grab four and a half, get it out of my trunk
"Free, we need you at the studio," out to lunch
Out on the block, these niggas just pulled out on my man
And the only ROC I worry 'bout is right on my face
We 'bout to go shake, rattle his block with no plan
Shots fired, cops came, but I'm a grown man
I stick around 'til my clip is empty
Cops threw me on the ground when my clip got empty
Now, walking's all I see, a thug is all I'll ever be
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, kill
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
And I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust shells
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, kill
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
And I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust shells
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my area
I got eleven in, I was facing a dub
Got nine left, my clique show love, they write back
My cousin Em's son, little Die, he so grown
Said he hold chrome, run blocks and write raps
Wrote him right back, told him I control the bones
Try to play the phone, read Quran and hold wax
Leave that drug shit alone, don't forget you grown
It'll put you places where your mind can't get you back from
Little nigga ain't write me back since
Still supply the jail, El Pridgen, you got mail
It's probably all the letters you wrote him
What you mean? All the fuckin' stuck shit you told him
Shh, the shit from my cousin Emily I'm quoting
Right out her letter, little Die
Got popped in the head tryna steal a fuckin' lever
That's what the cops said, but the streets could tell you better
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, kill
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
And I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust shells
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, kill
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
And I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust shells
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my area
Credits
Writer(s): Yvette Davis
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