Lil Ghetto Nigga Video (MV)

Yeah, uh
Uh, yeah, yeah (his shit is called, "Lil Ghetto Nigga")
Yeah, uh
Fayettenam, nigga (shoutout to J. Cole on the beat, uh)
Carolina, nigga (my nigga does it all, rap, produce)
(Dj OnPoint) y'all niggas better catch up
Yeah, yeah
It's The Come Up
Let's bring it in (let's go)
Yeah, this is for my niggas in the struggle
Yeah, this is for my niggas in the struggle
(Yeah, yeah) uh, uh
'Nother perspective
Just another perspective
Yeah
Yo, uh

Lifestyle of the young, black, and genius
Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans
And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus (yeah)
Play where killers hung at and slung crack for leisure (uh)
And tell a nigga run that, get gun clapped for sneakers (boom)
Young niggas emulate what's coming out the speakers (uh-huh)
So everything we learn came from rappers, not teachers
'Cause if we can't relate then how the hell you gonna reach us? (Huh?)
Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers (yeah)
Who am I trusting?
No time to think about illegal when your stomache's touching (nah)
By any means, nigga, even if the gun is busting
I see the world for what it is now
I see the odds is looking slim for our kids now
'Cause, uh, it wasn't set up for my people to rise (yeah)
My niggas sling, but I see the pain deep in they eyes
Niggas living like they don't give a f*ck
And I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up (live it up, nigga)

The things that I've seen (seen)
The dreams that I've dream (dream)
The rain in my sky
The pain in my eyes
But know that it gets better, baby
Hope that it gets better, baby
Don't let this world break you (you)
Nah, nah, don't let 'em break you (yeah, you)

Uh, I look up in the sky, see that ghetto bird circling (yeah, uh)
Them rollers on the block, my niggas on the curb, cursing them (f*ck you)
Another day in the Ville, do I stay in and chill? (No)
Or go play in the field? Help my mother paying these bills (yeah)
You tell me (nigga)
We young, black, some strapped (yeah)
Them whites got they lunch pack for school, we had our guns packed
And all a nigga wanna do is take his momma from that (nigga)
But they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back
You kill a nigga over beef and cheddar? Even better
Just one less coon they won't have to arrest soon
F*ck a crooked cop three times
Bitch, I'm getting cake and ain't a nigga finna eat mine (nah)
That's why a nigga looking like a street sign (yeah)
Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time (uh-huh)
Wake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind (why?)
'Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my niggas still cursin' 'em (yeah, yeah)
Another day in the city, my niggas, say it with me, yeah

The things that I've seen (seen)
The dreams that I dream (dream)
The rain in my sky
The pain in my eyes
But know that it gets better, baby
Hope that it get better, baby
Don't let this world break you (you)
Nah, nah, don't let 'em break you (you)

(Is this what you want?)
What's up, mama?
I'm good, I'm on the road
Yeah, I'm like, like twenty minutes from D.C.
I'll be there in like four-and-a-half hours
I mean, I'd be lying if I told you I was doing the speed limit, so
Nah, I'm drivin' safe, though
Oh, you cooking for me?
Damn, thank God, I ain't had no home-cooked food in like three months, I swear
How you doin' though? You good?