The Ghetto Report lyrics

I know yawl n*ggas tired of dat sh*t man
I'm tired of that sh*t 4 yawl
f*ck it
Yeah, man

[ Scarface ]
This for my n*ggas doin life in the trap
Stayin' focused, tryina double they paper and give it back
To the hood where they come from, cause n*ggas need a boost
Cause the opportunities in these ghettos are minimal
It's pitiful how they got me doin' time
For a crime that I ain't never committed, the bottomline
Is I'm a black man, so my S-K-I-N is my S-I-N
And unless I win, I'll be headed to a cell in the pen
And when I come home, I go right back in
sh*t, it's like the hood has got a heart and a soul, that's cold
These little children die before they old
The situations make a n*gga feel as useless as he is
The president's recruitin' all the kids
Dyin' for a country that he know ain't even his
And mama loses sleep and shed tears


[ Chorus 2X ]
Open your ears all my n*ggas, this is street news
Broadcastin live from the ghetto, this is street blues
Where n*ggas dyin' every day in the streets, fool
Yeah we on the grind cause our kids gotta eat too

[ B. James ]
I grew up with a dollar and a dream
Strap the silencer on the beam if you try to intervene
The school of hard knocks, all the scholars turn to fiends
No jobs in the city, all we got is triple beams
A dirty game, n*ggas'll rob you or your team
Police'll set you up and every hour it's a sting
Young n*ggas lose they life just tryina get some bling
My last name James, so I gotta be a king
Disrespectin' the fam and suffer the repercussion
If you ain't talkin money, my n*gga, end of discussion
MOB for life, so tell these b*tches it's nothin'
Don't even come around if you ain't givin' me nothin'
I live like a boss with thoughts of a made man
You tryina get laid, man, I'm tryina get paid, man
We hustle in the snow and watch for the Ray-bans
So them pretty boy dudes get popped in they wave, man
Amen


[ Chorus 2X ]


[ Monk Kaza ]
Yeah, since I was born, entire life has been a struggle
Only got two choices - either starve or you hustle
See, I know what it's like to be broke, man
Trust me, dog, I know what it's like to be po', fam
I need help to control this hunger
The streets keep callin', how the f*ck they get this number?
Gotta grind through the rain and thunder
That's why I feel it's forever street blues till the day that I'm under
But it gotta be a way out, the plan had been laid out
It's takin' forever, dog, it's feelin' like a stake-out
No more short cuts, focus on the straight route
It's been too long, man, it's time for me to break out
Do it for my fam cause I'm the one they depend on
As long as I'm alive you got a shoulder to lean on
I got a lotta love cause my team strong
And fate on my side, so I continue to dream on
Till then

[ Chorus 2X ]