Ghetto Gospel

G ****, coming from where ni**as don't see ****

No Peace treaty believe me some real street ****

Speak so fluid in Bompton that old P ****

Still got ******* that ***** that's on me pimp

Street life, thugging in the same fit as last night

But we ain't never trippin on mama as long as the cash right

You don't really want no problems we do it on sight

Hop out the homies be with it don't take this **** light

Get off squeezing the semi like we don't do fights

Rental car drop it in Vegas and then a cheap flight

Uber right up to the airport and cop a red eye

A little getaway to get my mind right, mind right, mind right

Still the same ni**a from the Westside

Where I can say I really done did it where the best died

P shakes greet me when I land real gang ties

Ghetto gospel and Hood lullabies

Now the ***** was stealing rollies

Trying to bring them to the homies

She was dangerous out roaming

I was on the porch smoking

Eyes partially opened but your dog's super focused

Just Jet life rolling with the ****st on some coast to coast ****

I know whoopers I know locsters cuz there hustlers all over

Dollar signs what it's about on the road or out these ****

Hundred thousand Rolex

My ****ies show two buttons on the top

I got four switches in my at the top

Smoke chamber, private jet hangar you might pass out

Cough up a lung this where I'm from

I gotta eat every m*********ing crumb

I gotta get what I come for

Look what I done but i know I can do much more

Push for another Ferrari or another Porche, another score

Cop coupes break that **** dashboard

Stand up in the motor jamming the floaters

In the Wraith made for comfort driver's seat like a sofa

I'm going wherever the paper, I'm locked and loaded

First class flight this morning from New Orleans to California

Upon landing, the bad ***** pulled up on me and laid out everything she had for me homie