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king moe - ghetto celebrity lyrics

(chorus)

sometimes at night i close my eyes and pray myself to sleep//
i thank the lord cause i became what y’all would never be//
they said that rapping won’t gon work them people selling dreams//
it told em it was either that or catch a felony//
it’s a dog eat dog world check the pedigree//
look at the sky i’m the flyest thing you’ll ever see//
they throwing shade, where was you when i was selling tree//
look at me i look like a ghetto celebrity//

(verse 1)

ok now first things f-ck drizzy drake
these n-ggas looking at me crooked let’s get it straight
these n-ggas yelling f-ck the game they really getting raped
and that’s why nothing was the same boy this a different day
wayne said sorry for the wait the carter gon be late
meanwhile i’m runnin it in place i’m trying to get in shape
birdman he put him on the shelf that’s why he finna skate?
i took a trip through hollygrove and you was m.i.a
i come from that 919 raise my hood high
got my eyes on the prize what a bullseye
i’m on my diddy in the game minus the suit n tie
i’m in too deep well that’s what happens when u scuba dive
had to play this thang smart this game the craziest
j cole he call himself the god guess i’m the atheist
they done let the devil in i found a way to win
ain’t life a b-tch? don’t call her that cause that my lady friend

(chorus)

(verse 2)

ok now next things next this for my respect
not for the name for the change or the private jet
this for my n-gga in them chains
bruh you tried ya best
for you that 9 go (du du du) hit k dot in the neck
don’t know too much bout jimmy jones watch i really ball
called maakeveli on the phone he with biggie smalls
they told me i should k!ll them all so i k!ll them all
faizo you selling out or nah i’m like n-gga naw
bae i’m married to the game for better or worse
not into names but i can mason margeala your purse
shout out to meek because the meek shall inherit the earth
i’ll body meek and make rozay carry the he-rs-
sippin sprite i’m eating good excuse my appet-te
like kevin gates ok i’m higher than a satellite
from state to state they say i’m great i lived a savage life
but lay the law like glizzy baby n i got bragging rights

(chorus)

(verse 3)

ain’t n0body givin you nothing i’m still hustling
even when i reach me a million i’ll feel nothing
cause when you’re satisfied that’s when you feel complacency
grind to keep rap alive or grind everyday and week
bet i take the game to a place it never been
they told me not diss you rappers why cause i’m irrelevant
but if i wouldn’t have took this risk then i would’ve been forever hid
question is where the f-ck was you when i was selling mid
25 for the cutie pie 55 for half of a zip
85 for the whole o (that’s 28grams) ain’t that a trip
112 in a quarter pound but i needed me a large amount
448 for the whole p. how much cheese? i lost the count
no lie ask hunna cream
who knew that reality would become a dream
who knew that i would flee from a scene
where they kidnap, clap, and grind
im a mastermind, get that? now watch the way i strategize

(chorus)

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