Ghetto Boy

I got that, B-More in me yeah that's my problem
 (what what)
 I rep my city, yeah bitch I got em
 (na-na-na)
 Fuck what you heard, niggas be wildin'
 You got me fucked up, I'm from the bottom
 Oh yes lord!
 Walk like I'm pimpin, talk like I'm mackin'
 The projects love me, yeah boy what's happenin'
 I'm finna kill em, I'm finna kill em
 I'm on a hunnid, I'm a hit the ceiling
 I'm thinkin
 Fuck these bitches, we go for dollars
 And my, my brothers keep a bitch and nino at the collar
 The equalizer bitch I'm deeper, wiser, handsome, smarter
 They call an ambulance yo' ass don't stand a chance in Sparta
 Oh no no!
 I'm out the west side, just ask my grandma
 I used to move the pack, had a pack of blamma
 My niggas stacked with AKA's and ain't no Capa Gama
 And now we laughing to the bank like na-na-na-na
 Fuck with me!
 No sunshine or feeling better (the ghetto)
 Watch em all scatter they'll kill each other (the ghetto)
 If yo daddy dead, can't make him proud in (the ghetto)
 Damn little boy, how you make it out of (the ghetto)
 I got that hustlers desire, that fire burning
 I got that Boyz n The Hood mixed with that higher learning
 Na-na-na
 Niggas is bugging, niggas ain't fucking with me
 They not on my planet, why should I panic, motherfuckers should be
 Thanking the lord that I'm building the ships so you niggas won't drown
 In the midst of the flood
 Cuz I'm giving you prophecy, niggas ain't watching me properly, bitch I be switching it up
 Like a gear on a bike
 Play if you want, say what you want, hear what you like
 But take what you need, cause they dear to your life
 Fake if you want, I'll be there on the flight
 Like
 Free my ghetto, we the ghetto
 Real boy, cut the strings, we don't need Geppetto
 They say there's levels to this shit, well you can't see my level
 This a reach, you would need the devil, he would need a shovel
 Bitch I'm deep
 All I beat is odds, all I get is that
 At least I know
 All I need is God, and I can breach the gap, Keyshia Cole
 OMG, he's so cold, I know it's me, at least I'm told
 Los bring rap back to life, this shit needs some soul!
 You can ask my grandma
 I roll because I miss my dad, you can ask my mama
 They shot my nigga in the head, ain't no happy camper
 Now I'm the best rapper alive, na-na-na-na-na-na
 Fuck with me!
 Lost souls and dope fiends (the ghetto)
 From what we're told there ain't no kings in (the ghetto)
 Gun shots and caution tape (the ghetto)
 Why is an honest dollar so hard to make in (the ghetto)