Lil' ghetto boy
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
It ain't nuttin' like the street life
'Cause when you're broke you break, check it out
And you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'?
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest
But it ain't no thing to me
Wake up, jumped out my bed
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And now me life as you can see
So make all them ends you can make
Uhh too late, damn, down goes another nigga
I'm only 18 so I'm a young buck
Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
Something for the real O.G.'s to get wit
For this little African right here to have a future
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
What me see from the streets
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
This is our future right here, this our future right here
I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
Straight sitting behind his back
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do?
And always remain to be
Getting a rep as a young hog
Got crept on, stepped on now they gone
Seven young G's but they serve down
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Hung in a two man cell wit my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Quit payin' motherfuckers with perms
Still an O.G. for life
Save your money, start your own business
Didn't know he had a 22
I spent four years in the county wit nuttin' but convicts around me
Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip
For trying to jack the little homies for they grip
Not thinking about what's really going on
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
Like every single day, really doe, you know me
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And have to face responsibility?
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
I'm a dead motherfucker
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
Some facts made our made now you wanna run and play
I am what I am it's only me
Things done changed but it's alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
Murder was the case that they gave me
Lil' ghetto boy
I grabed his pockets and then I heard six caps
Playing in the ghetto streets
I guess that's what I get
Lil' ghetto boy
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'?
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta clocking your grip
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
Them say me grow up to be nuttin'
Me learn many things of
The outcome of what I come to be
'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
You betta be strapped wit yo shank 'cuz ain't no fist fight
And have to face responsibility?
And learning just enough to keep your sack right
But that's the life of a G, I guess
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
Save your money, quit payin' motherfuckers with jheri curls
I used to be the same way back
It's a ride if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
So I guess I gots the handle mine
That I'm making as soon as I touch the street
The little homies from the hood wit grip
I didn't understand
But now I'm back at the pound
Playing in the ghetto streets
Hey, I'ma tell you right now, if, if, if I have to die today
Look at me now what do you see
