lil ghetto nigga
Singer:j. cole
this is for my niggas in the struggle
this is for my niggas in the struggle
sons strapped with guns packed in jeans
and the blunts got my lungs black as jesus
play with killers hung yack and slung crack for leisure
and tell a nigga run that and gun clap for sneakers
young niggas emulate what's coming out the speakers
so everything we learn came from rappers
then how the hell you gonna reach us?
surrounded by crooked cops and preachers
no time to think about illegal when my stomachs touching
even if the gun is busted
i see the world for what it is now
i see the odds is looking slim for our kids now
it was a set up for my people to rise
but i see the pain deep in they eyes
niggas living like they don't give a fuck
the things that i've seen
but know that it gets better baby
hope that it gets better baby
don't let this world break you
see that ghetto birds circulate
help my mother paying these bills
them whites had they lunch pack for school
we had our guns stacked. and all a nigga wanna do is take his mother from that
but they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back. to kill a nigga over beef and cheddar is even better
just one less coon they won't have to arrest. fuck a crooked cop three times
i'm getting cake and ain't a nigga finna eat mine
that's why a nigga looking like a street sign
posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time. wake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind
cause them ghetto birds circulate
my niggas steal purse and 'em
the things that i've seen
but know that it gets better baby
hope that it get better baby
don't let this world break you