We went from ashy to classy
Broke to fancy
You can take a nucca out the ghetto
Butchu can't take the ghetto out me
Nucca
All black immaculate flows
Impacting culture fighting off the vultures
Show you how to move in a room full of
(Okay)
This Ray Charles and Rick James
(Bitch)
Sam Cooke and Etta James
James Brown and BB King
All got it out a them streets
From the ghetto yeah the belly of beast
If you sweet get to tricking they gon beat that ass
Always a preacher man with the preacher dad
And my cousin know so and so
So where the feature at
And we don't feed the rats OGs on wax
Othello legends birthed from the ghetto
Rebels so iconic we get it popping
If I like it then I'm gon cop it and stunt on all them
They don't like me cause my hair is nappy
Keep your head up hanging round by them alleys
Street cats creeping like Mr O'Malley
And the polices mission is to make you unhappy
Shoot em down we finna light em up
A mother cry's because she lost her son
Another one and then another one dying by the gun
In the ghetto
Lowkey pimpin got the fur on the back
Diamond in the back of the Cadillac
Going half on a sack got to watch my back
I was cutting class moving work for half
Pulling up in the Jag kitty purr like cat
Stay with the strap bullets fly like bats
Bet that thing sing like scat scat scat
Catch you lacking lil nucca make it slap slap slap
And if you smoking on the tree pass the backwood back
Kool-aid with the drip got the juice in the bag
Nappy headed with the braids they Pray I'm set in my ways
Cause self hatred pays the polices wage
They say I'm wild cause my Afro shine
Still screaming fuck the regime still ain't excepting defeat
In the ghetto there ain't no guarantees
We counting receipts don't fuck with the beast
Nah
They don't like me cause my hair is nappy
Keep your head up hanging round by them alleys
Street cats creeping like Mr O'Malley
And the polices mission is to make you unhappy
Shoot em down we finna light em up
A mother cry's because she lost her son
Another one and then another one dying by the gun
In the ghetto
Fuck is you talking bout bruh
We done survived apartheid
Segregation racism classism
And every single mutha fucking ism there is
You feel me bitch
We out here bitch we out here
They don't like me cause my hair is nappy
Keep your head up hanging round by them alleys
Street cats creeping like Mr O'Malley
And the polices mission is to make you unhappy
Shoot em down we finna light em up
A mother cry's because she lost her son
Another one and then another one dying by the gun
In the ghetto