mugga np - ghetto gospel lyrics
ima product of the trenches like the cracks inside the pavement
calling plays like andy reid he think he chiefin til we blaze iem
and i’m from the hood where cops is shootin sh+t nawl they ain’t tazin
vinci drip what i say lay in b+tch i’m seasoned call me tajin
lyrically i’m cookin beats i throw em ona grill and glaze em, come and kiss the cook
i’m herb east and don q mixed that’s why they missed the hook
ghetto gospel,this the hood bible you should get my book
don’t believe me,put ya glasses and come get a look
watch ya kids don’t get em took, we really live in h+ll
feel like you can smell the death all in the air when you inhale
whole city fulla liberals that a crack you like the bell(get it)
b+tches trickin out here burning when you crack it leave a smell(eww)
n+ggas never leave the jails because they can’t unless they tell
this the devil’s den and never grab the serpent by the tail
everything that’s ona surface serve a purpose
you can tell
by the look inside the eyes, by the movement by the vibe
this sh+t feel like halloween way n+ggas masking they disguise
how ya homie say he gotchu get that call and never slide
now you sitting ina grave while he just sitting somewhere high
can it really be?..is ya eyes open can you really see?
crabs inside the bucket ain’t no room for you to really breathe
stressin bout ya dreams while time keep moving can you really sleep?
n+ggas f+ck they life up over pride like is it really deep?
can you stand the rain and all the pain or is you really weak?
{stop beat}
[scripture 2}
we living in hate so watch all the decisions you make
just like ya rib they throwing n+ggas in cage
f+ck a cola but like soda i’m just living the days
with a price on my body
n+gga long as i got flavor they cop me
ima televised program they watch me
im the breaking news
looking for the plug to the spark so i can make a fuse
lay down and die p+ssy i refuse
im going global they gon repost my lyrics and say that i’m the mood
walking with my pistol homicide on every corner
either ima die broke or ima die rich like porter
i had wrote this early morning crusty eyes i was yawning
tryna fight the writer’s block i get inspired and i’m on it
ima poet matter fact magician lyrics turn to visions
this is spoken word that’s written but you feeling like you in it
n+ggas feeling like they live it
cause the trenches where we live in
fiends stumbling roun like zombies super high half way living
(pause)
and n+gga this is how i came up
grandma used to whoop my ass and make me put my game up
member i was skippin class to try and run my change up
i wrote those three lines in a dream about it this ain’t made up
my hands was always in some sh+t just like a diaper changer
but this the real me i’m like a penny never change up
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