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hell rell - life in the ghetto lyrics

[intro]
h#ll rell
dipset, b#tch
these n#ggas don’t know a thing, man
i’m their worst f#cking nightmare, man
weeks ave, let’s do it
yeah, yeah
f#ck with me on this one
ok, ok, yo

[verse 1]
i’m that n#gga in your sleep when you close your eyes
i was looking over your shoulder when you sold them pies
that’s me, i’m your stomach growling when you get hungry
that’s opportunity knocking, n#gga, get money
p#ssing them off cause i’m whipping the porsche
looking at the world through these christian diors
b#tch, i’m a boss, so ‘by the time i finish cracking this dutch
be ready for d#ck and some b#lls
i tell a ho quick ‘please, this a man’s world’
i don’t care if she like me, i won’t f#ck my man’s girl
nah, it’s certain rules that we live by, homie
it’s certain codes that we raise our kids by
sometimes i get mad, cuss my uzi
sip my ‘gnac and think ‘d#mn, how i miss b00by’
and i wish nae nae was still here
so one last time i can see him throw his bike in the air
but f#ck it, that’s water under the bridge
can’t cry over spilled milk, got an empire to build
and you can take the jewels, clothes, cake and the fees
cause none of that sh#t don’t make me a g
it’s my joy, my pain, my heart and my soul
if my homie got beef then you know i’m down to roll
and you gotta put in work just to say you’re a beast
and homeboy it’s a honor just to say you’re from weeks

[hook]
let me tell you about this life in the ghetto (ghetto)
crackheads on that pipe in the ghetto (ghetto)
n#ggas sleeping with the mice in the ghetto (word?)
fights you can’t settle, but that’s life in the ghetto, baby
now let me tell you about this life in the ghetto (ghetto)
crackheads on that pipe in the ghetto (ghetto)
my n#ggas sleeping with the mice in the ghetto
it’s fights you can’t settle, but that’s life in the ghetto, baby

[verse 2]
now remember this n#gga? he had scrilla and a bank (bank)
now he at the gas station filling up a tank (d#mn)
godd#mn, how he go from an o.g
to a n#gga with no cheese all in these cold streets?
remember ricky? i thought he had a scholarship (word)
now he run around sniffing all kind of sh#t (godd#mn)
he used to say he gon’ blow up and do things
f#cked up his hoop dreams, ricky is a true fiend (true fiend)
and tawana, she ain’t have no titties
but her ass was dumb fat and she was so pretty (so pretty)
she used to run around thinking she the sh#t (word)
if you was spending money, she was leaving with you quick (quick)
that’s when she met a baller (baller), he always called her (called her)
gucci, prada, this n#gga used to spoil her
so she gave him some p#ssy cause he said she was prettier (word)
then he stopped calling, that’s when she got skinnier
if you don’t get the picture, i can’t paint it for you clearer (clearer)
cause real n#ggas always look their self in the mirror
and being that i’m real, you can feel what i’m speaking (speaking)
no skeletons in my closet, just got a few demons (uh#huh)
put the cane to the flame, i died but i rose from the dead
with every rapper’s name on my brain
this flow right here, it will leave you roasted
i’m cooking at h#ll’s kitchen, i’mma keep you posted, n#gga

[hook]

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