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Ghetto Children Video (MV)




Performed By: Charlie Chamberlain
Language: English
Length: 3:58
Written by: Charlie Chamberlain




Charlie Chamberlain - Ghetto Children Lyrics




My bitch always in her feelings
Cause I'm in and outta state
Tryin' make a killin
Turnt nothing into something
Momma birthed a dealer
And you can never feel my pain
This for my Ghetto Children
And I wouldn't trade it all
If I could even
Cause when I was selling cane
You was a baby teething
And I wouldn't change a thang
You probably wouldn't either
And I rather hit tha block
Before I swipe a visa
White bitch on the stove jumping
Out tha beaker
Got the junkies off the hard
Round this bitch tweaking
In and outta buildings
Watch a ball
Praying I count a million
So I stack it to tha ceiling
You rather spend it
Man it's money to made
Up until then
I'm praying I get a plug
To vacuum seal them
This 30 in my 9
Got me walking with a limp
And I'm a flood my safe
Till it OD off a M
Since I caught that Fed case
I ain't been right ever since
I'm senseless
It's a dirty dirty world
And these streets is tempting
My son hit me on the jack
He like Daddy where you at
Wish I can tell him
But I know that they listening
On the tap

Up until then
I'm a be thuggin'
Behind the project building
Smoking that fire
Be with them ghetto children
Plotting on a way
That we can make a million million
Lawd
Up until then
I'm a be thuggin'
Behind the project building
Plotting on a way
That we can make a million
Smoking that fire
Be with them ghetto children children
Lawd

Now I'm on some shit again
To ease the pain
I sip phenergen
My white boy ADHD
He pop Ritalin
Hundreds I'm considering
I'm different
I'm sick of them
Lying bout that heroine
They selling
And they ain't pitching shit
No I don't fucc with you lying niggas
Quit lying niggas
Take off that watch
Real Rollie's don't tic-toc
Them serial numbers
Don't even match the gift box
Suffering from PTSD
From that orange box
Gem star dinner dates
On my momma dinner plate
Left a bad taste on them forks
Spinning up them eights
I love them fast flips
More than a bad bitch
I remember them lonely nights
When I ain't have shit
That's why everyday
I be running to the presidents
Some of us not in the position
That we say we in
Me and my ppl gotta hustle
Just to pay the rent
You get cha head knocked off
For playing with a nigga chips

My bitch always in her feelings
Cause I'm in & outta state
Tryin' make a killin
Turnt nothing into something
Momma birthed a dealer
And you can never feel my pain
This for my Ghetto Children
And I wouldn't trade it all
If I could even
Cause when I was selling cane
You was a baby teething
And I wouldn't change a thang
You probably wouldn't either
And I rather hit tha block
Before I swipe a visa

Up until then
I'm a be thuggin'
Behind the project building
Smoking that fire
Be with them ghetto children
Plotting on a way
That we can make a million million
Lawd
Up until then
I'm a be thuggin'
Behind the project building
Plotting on a way
That we can make a million
Smoking that fire
Be with them ghetto children children
Lawd
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My bitch always in her feelings
Cause I'm in and outta state
Tryin' make a killin
Turnt nothing into something
Momma birthed a dealer
And you can never feel my pain
This for my Ghetto Children
And I wouldn't trade it all
If I could even
Cause when I was selling cane
You was a baby teething
And I wouldn't change a thang
You probably wouldn't either
And I rather hit tha block
Before I swipe a visa
White bitch on the stove jumping
Out tha beaker
Got the junkies off the hard
Round this bitch tweaking
In and outta buildings
Watch a ball
Praying I count a million
So I stack it to tha ceiling
You rather spend it
Man it's money to made
Up until then
I'm praying I get a plug
To vacuum seal them
This 30 in my 9
Got me walking with a limp
And I'm a flood my safe
Till it OD off a M
Since I caught that Fed case
I ain't been right ever since
I'm senseless
It's a dirty dirty world
And these streets is tempting
My son hit me on the jack
He like Daddy where you at
Wish I can tell him
But I know that they listening
On the tap

Up until then
I'm a be thuggin'
Behind the project building
Smoking that fire
Be with them ghetto children
Plotting on a way
That we can make a million million
Lawd
Up until then
I'm a be thuggin'
Behind the project building
Plotting on a way
That we can make a million
Smoking that fire
Be with them ghetto children children
Lawd

Now I'm on some shit again
To ease the pain
I sip phenergen
My white boy ADHD
He pop Ritalin
Hundreds I'm considering
I'm different
I'm sick of them
Lying bout that heroine
They selling
And they ain't pitching shit
No I don't fucc with you lying niggas
Quit lying niggas
Take off that watch
Real Rollie's don't tic-toc
Them serial numbers
Don't even match the gift box
Suffering from PTSD
From that orange box
Gem star dinner dates
On my momma dinner plate
Left a bad taste on them forks
Spinning up them eights
I love them fast flips
More than a bad bitch
I remember them lonely nights
When I ain't have shit
That's why everyday
I be running to the presidents
Some of us not in the position
That we say we in
Me and my ppl gotta hustle
Just to pay the rent
You get cha head knocked off
For playing with a nigga chips

My bitch always in her feelings
Cause I'm in & outta state
Tryin' make a killin
Turnt nothing into something
Momma birthed a dealer
And you can never feel my pain
This for my Ghetto Children
And I wouldn't trade it all
If I could even
Cause when I was selling cane
You was a baby teething
And I wouldn't change a thang
You probably wouldn't either
And I rather hit tha block
Before I swipe a visa

Up until then
I'm a be thuggin'
Behind the project building
Smoking that fire
Be with them ghetto children
Plotting on a way
That we can make a million million
Lawd
Up until then
I'm a be thuggin'
Behind the project building
Plotting on a way
That we can make a million
Smoking that fire
Be with them ghetto children children
Lawd
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Writer: Charlie Chamberlain
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