X Mia - Ghetto Livin´ lyrics

O´Dell]
Ghetto living (ghetto living)
Ghetto living (ghetto living)

[Spade]
My mama once told me (told me) that the streets aint safe
So I walked ´round with a vest & a strap on my waist
I am living in a strange place where all the odds´re against me
I am doin bad & the shit you got is startin to tempt me
We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped in depression
Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin
It got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked at all times
Cause even I could fall to victim at the drop of a dime
But that is the chances I got to take to escape all of this madness
That put you in the casket for the cornbread & cabbage

[Dolliolie/(O´Dell)]
Lord knows I am tryin to find an exit out the ghetto
But it wouldn´t let go, that is why I got to tote my pistol

[Chorus]
Ghetto living
(Father forgive me, I know that what I do is wrong)
Ghetto living
(I been tryin a find a better way for so long) x2

[Valerio]
Soldiers die in my world but people look at killers like stars
We duckin from the laws cause we aint tryin to live behind bars
Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had
Never knew what livin good was until I started movin them sacks
My hood infested with crack, that is why I pain´t a picture so vivid
I tell it cause I live it, runnin with boss bitches & niggas that get convicted
This street got us all, nothin changed in the game but the players
I am talkin about the hustlers, the ballers, the killers & the rhyme sayers
That is why I aint scared to pop a nigga, stop a nigga, drop a nigga
I only f*ck with the real, cause it is real in my battlefield
I hope it is true what they say, & that the father forgives
Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I live

[Dolliolie/O´Dell]
Chorus x2

[Mia X]
This shit is goin get even realer, so you aint have got to ask, I feel ya
I live the life of a hard knock, that ghetto bitch on the block
My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks & bag weed
Chased them broads down with china, & ran alot of minors
With big tymer dreams of money, hoes & clothes
They didn´t get it, tombstones & jail cells also come with it
I pity all them babies born from crack mama´s
But I am a mama too & when the bills is due I´ve got to
Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry
My best friend, my cousin & my man died
Or should I say was murdered
I know you heard the same stories before
We walk the streets like we poverties whores behind the dollar bill
This still life got us dying so young
Precious Lord let the new day come
Uh, c´mon
Cause aint no winning when your living like that
It is the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the trap

[Dolliolie/O´Dell]
Chorus x2

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