The Ghetto Is Tryna Kill Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Murs]
Shiiiit, (swag, swag)
Rock on, rock on
Take that cocaine mix it with the baking soda
On the west coast they would say you cooking yola
Hold up, wait that's a different swag
I'm on some full pound sh*t
You on that nickle bag
Dime bag Darryl
Rest in peace bro
Shout out to Danny D
Coolin' on the east coast
Hardcore hip hop with some punk in it
Criss cross, bee bop put some monk in it

[Hook: Murs]
Swag, swag, swag

[Verse 2: Murs]
Rock on ,swag
Swag on Thelonious
Artists one dimensional will always be the loneliest
Need to change up
Need some evolution
And this ain't enough
Need some restitution
A black president just ain't enough homie
Four hundred years of oppression
That's tough homie
40 acres and a mule
I need my Spike joint
So if you gonna act a fool than make the right point

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Murs]
Rock on, point
Points on your album b*tch
They make a million way before you make a thousand trick
I'm independent militant and I'm making money
Im like the panthers but a fortune 500 company
Revolution going strong since the 70s
So if you ain't gettin' money than you better be
Id rather be swaggin on my heavy metal sh*t
Then to be you and wind up dead in the ghetto, b*tch
[Outro]