Ghetto Ain't Hard, Ghetto Is Hell

Lived it up, sucked it up
 But your all stuck now, Aren't you fucked now
 48 years old with two kids you don't know
 48 years old got nothing to show
 Mothers crying over children's graves
 How many mothers wish that you were dead
 Who the fuck are you?
 Your raw deal, yeah fuck who you are
 You're in your mother's car, your Pablo Escobar
 Should have packed up, got out of my town
 Didn't listen this is how it went down
 Reap what I sow, cause I told yah I told yah
 Your buggin out is it the crack that they sold yah
 Left for the border a minute to late
 And now your crying pushin guts with your cell mate
 Who the fuck are you
 Do all you can to surround me
 I'll still be pulling my weight
 Let all your hatred surround me
 And in the end it will lead to your fate
 And it goesNowhere no how, see you when you get out
 I'll live on
 Won't forget about the rest of you
 About who you were and who the fuck you are
 Might be the hardest cats on your block
 But there are bigger blocks that will stop you at the top
 Your sad existence will bother me no more
 We're glad you're gone and through my actions we will all live on
 I will live on
 And I don't give two fucks about your reputation age
 And instigation will only get your habits
 Knocked right out the back of your skull