Ghetto Child

Have mercy on me yeah
 Keep a thirty on me yeah
 They ain't gone be able to see how it how you see it
 Have mercy on me yeah
 Because they ain't feel like it how you felt it
 Keep a thirty on me yeah
 Let me paint a picture for you
 Momma and three brothers we had different fathers
 Grew up in a place where all you hear is choppers
 Uncle on the porch breaking empty bottles
 Drunk than a motherfucker rock bottom
 Hated when my friends use to talk about him
 Loved him how he is because that's how I found him
 Daddy in the streets while my momma hound him
 Come and get your son nigga
 This normal when you grew up where I'm from nigga
 They think because you're black you're just a dumb nigga
 Soon as you show disloyalty I'm done with you
 We gone pull up at the function like who brung liquor
 Tap the lid bless the bottle
 Dusted and disgusted bunch of ghetto desperados
 Seem like every mile it's just another extra pothole
 Swerve on them
 I stopped doing favors now I ain't heard from them
 It gets so hard dear God have mercy on me
 I don't wanna sell pills rob or keep a thirty on me
 Is there another route for a ghetto child
 Voices in my head and they echo loud
 A few made it out and the rest gone wild
 Gone wild yeah
 It gets so hard dear God have mercy on me
 I don't wanna sell pills rob or keep a thirty on me
 Is there another route for a ghetto child
 Voices in my head and they echo loud
 A few made it out and the rest gone wild yeah
 The streets gone wild
 Have mercy on me yeah
 Keep a thirty on me yeah
 Have mercy on me yeah
 Keep a thirty on me yeah