Ghetto

Mine entertainment

You know what the fuck going on

Aight.

Listen up, we in the classroom

What the fuck is you gon' do? I fly past you

Everything around me, cash rules

I woke up to no sex, I'm in a bad mood

This a 10 m, this a 10 millimeter

It'll fuck your stomach up like some bad food

If you hit a bitch with a rash raw, you got a rash too

What would you do if you had—? nah, I wouldn't even ask you.

'cause you ain't never had ten million dollars

A hunnid likes on one post but got ten million followers

You know what that mean

I'm not a cheap nigga, ain't no drink, I won't grab green

I'm just not sipping

You can fuck with my bitch, bro, I'm not trippin'

I try to break it down, you just not listening

Fell asleep in a dope house, I got knot missing

And some rocks missing

All you need is cocaine, baking soda in a pot kitchen

And some cold water, man

Why this nigga put a hellcat motor in old charger?

Drank man rap and he want a verse so I won't charge him.

That's my best friend

Like when I get married, the drank man gon' be my best man

Roll me a pint down the aisle, not no fucking red

You gon' have post-traumatic stress, you seen what I seen

We ain't kill him, we just laced him with some visine

I got a five thousand dollar jacket with levi jeans

With some louis timbs

You better get yo' shit together if you shoot at him.

Me and jay just bought a pint of wockhardt, we finna do a 10

Yes, it's a real fucking pint, we gave dude a 10

You say you wanna learn something, go to school then

Bitch, you broke, yes, I'm talking 'bout you if the shoe fit.

Yeah...

It's time to make a hit, I need a ghost writer

I'm trying to do a r&b song, I let joyce wrice it

I mean I let joyce write it

You's not a real eagle, I can soar higher

I got so much shit on me I need four diapers

Touch the young og, little bro

Gon' crash like a poor driver.