Deep lyrics

[Produced by Madlib]

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Alright now
Baby times is hard so I'ma change my hustle to hard white now
And couple of my customers chose with they nose
That I suppose they wanna light up the pipe now
Sellin' straight dope out the ride
Speedin' past the police wouldn't advise
Got a hard pack of that Star Trek
To make a b*tch beam up to the enterprise
And you a Captain Kirk, trading ass for work
Let a b*tch sniff your pack, you got burnt
Still owe me $2300 for that twerk
Finna post up at your place so don't worry
n*gga don't snitch, don't tell
Rap n*ggas, they recite that so well
Be the same mothaf*cka that done ratted out his homie
He ain't even got no money for his own bail

[Interlude]
Let's go
(Deep inside the ghetto)
Where I be

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
f*ck with a n*gga
Yellin' I be f*cking with them felons
If you buying or selling you can find me
In the hood with hot goods, we got those
n*gga I just stole these rims, watch the potholes
All laws and street codes, y'all forgot those
Homie, I done been on the block since a snot-nose
[Interlude]
(Deep inside the ghetto)
Yeah, where I go

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
East Side, 17th Ave
Better keep a G-pass on ya G.I. to Chicago
Where the real n*ggas dead or locked up
Teenage beauty queens get knocked up
The young n*ggas out here tryna get guap'd up
They ain't got no other choice, they washed up
Living on the edge of addiction, STDs, and enslavement
Black blood tend to flood the street pavement
White man set the price and we pay it
All a n*gga want is whips and chains
Probably 'cause a n*gga wasn't whipped and chained
To the bottom of a boat in the middle of the ocean
Stripped of my own motherf*cking name
Stripped of my whole motherf*cking culture
Sold by my own to the snakes and vultures
Reality is sad, but it's true
So what can a n*gga do when your own people don't support you
f*ck ass cop tryna pull me over
Trunk full of dope but I'd rather get smoked than live, sh*t
(How brave of this pig ass n*gga man)
[Outro]
I'ma take ya
To a place where a muhf*cka gotta be a thug by nature
Where it's really all about that paper
n*gga try to jump, always think you're
(Deep inside the ghetto)
Uh, where I be
f*ck with a n*gga
Yellin' I be f*cking with them felons
If you buying or selling you can find me
(Deep inside the ghetto)
Where I go
G.I. to Chicago