Ghetto America (feat. Yo Gotti & Lil Durk)

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Oh, oh, oh
 Ah-ah, oh
 ♪
 Ah-ah, oh
 Ayy, yeah
 Hey, hey
 I'm from the trenches where it's you and me
 But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P
 Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy
 Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally
 Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty
 Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually
 On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery
 Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah)
 Young king, you just gotta stay focused
 On the grind, gotta get it, ain't no feelin' hopeless
 I done been through what you been through, why you moping?
 Had to take that risk and put my wrist in motion
 I was young and reckless, I know that I'm older
 Stayed out late, so I came home with moms and Pepsi Cola
 Stayed out late 'cause I was working, whipping up the cola
 And I pray 'cause I got angels watching over shoulders
 Baby, what's the hold up?
 I can't go for hold up
 I can't trust too many bitches, they got plenty motors
 You niggas was penny pinching, they won't say they stole none'
 I came from the city, ain't no pity, cross you over
 Death before dishonor, that's just how I live
 I don't mean no harm, but for my brothers, I'll kill
 Got it from the bottom, grinded up for real
 Remember we was starving, grinding for the meals
 I'm from the trenches where it's you and me
 But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P
 Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy
 Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally
 Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty
 Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually
 On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery
 Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah)
 See, my cousin, he got laced, he bought weed without the seal
 And I'm steady losing my mind
 Don't know if it's the demons or the pills
 I was in the county jail when Sosa 'nem had signed a deal
 I'ma self-defend myself like it was an accident I killed
 See, my brother Will on trial, boy, niggas left him hanging
 They ain't even go to trial for him, his homie wrote a statement
 If I ain't never signed to Def Jam, I told Gotti I'll sign to him
 Shout out to the city, they gon' envy like I'm Calboy
 I don't know what you heard about me
 Don't believe the media, nigga
 you know you should be worried 'bout me
 Police snatched me up
 But they know they ain't get a word out me
 Pillow talkin' to these hoes, why you ask a girl 'bout me? Mmh
 Yeah, you got some nerves about it
 You comin' 'round to take some pics and get some syrup out me
 Neighborhood hero
 I done lost an oldhead who died over CeeLo
 And my life a VEVO, yeah
 I'm from the trenches where it's you and me
 But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P
 Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy
 Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally (Yeah)
 Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty (Yeah)
 Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually (Rrr)
 On the block, them guys won't tolerate no foolery (For real)
 Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry
 (Real, look, look)
 I just lost one of my dogs (Damn)
 They post it on a blog (For real?)
 The case still open, social media the laws
 (Them niggas trippin')
 I was re-in' up when these niggas was doin' fraud (Yeah)
 Niggas scammin', I was gramming
 Giving packs to my dawgs (Facts)
 Check my history, nigga
 I don't do battle rappin' (At all)
 I'm like a hundred mil' up when I get tired of rappin' (I'm tall)
 All time high, you should be tired of capping
 When you put in some work
 I don't wanna know what happened (Shh)
 I'm really from the trenches, pull the Lam' in it (Skrrt)
 Nigga, you ain't from that hood, you ain't sold a gram in it (Hah)
 Your grandma live there, so you probably came and visit
 Auntie never let you leave the house
 That's a big difference
 (We ain't the same, homie)
 Niggas claiming shit that they won't die for (How?)
 If you so real like you say, then what you lying for? (How?)
 Never treat your main bitch worse than your side ho (Never)
 And I can see a snake with a blindfold
 I'm from the trenches where it's you and me
 But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P
 Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy
 Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally
 Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty
 Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually
 On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery
 Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah)
 Yeah
 Ayy, look, Calboy
 I might pull up in the Chi', nigga
 With them Rolls trucks back to back, you hear me? Yeah
 And jumping in with them drakes
 Nigga, look how we moving
 Yeah, we rich gangsters, nigga, facts
 We gon' slide at 'em raw, rented that shit, nigga
 Wreck it, jump out, leave it there
 Yeah, that's how we movin'
 On that rich gangster shit, nigga
 You know what I mean? Hah
 ♪
 Frrt, beep
 

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Duration
04:37
Key
9
Tempo
180 BPM

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