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Ghetto Paradise
- Storms of thunder,
- Natural disaster,
- Push harder, go further.
- Not falling back under those waters,
- the imprimatur plotter, fuck a Oscar.
- Never needed it to see my shit better.
- Shit talker, leads up to gunrunner.
- The game is cold need a sweater.
- No shelter, oh the terror, fuck that need my cheddar.
- A couple flips, and I became the header.
- Newsletter, Never settle for lesser.
- Life is gone in a flash, put that on hector.
- Drinking the power, the nectar.
- Type of shit that made mortals, go immortal.
- A conscientious objector, Starving to see better.
- But hanging with the niggas that forget the word brother.
- Ghetto Symphony,
- That's the type of shit they kill for hunger.
- That's the type of shit they kill for paper.
- Ghetto Symphony,
- well i'll paint the imagery,
- Hope I have good agility, And holy ministry.
- In this ghetto industry.
- Sing my Ghetto Symphony.
- Go ahead nigga and preach it to me.
- The devil is on me.
- But I don't have a diamond studded rollie.
- But the lettuce from cali, Lead me to the valley.
- Shadow of death, I fear no evil. On another level.
- War stories, blood money, Watch what nigga turns hungry.
- Not ya story similar to tony, But ill kill you verbally,
- Fuck that this ain't volley, No back and forth.
- Just spit utterly rapidly, Another anomie.
- I went east to the north, West to the south.
- Delaware, Witness warfare,
- To new York thought change will be here.
- to Baltimore, Another nightmare.
- Now in Fayette saying lord's prayer.
- Watching these niggas lie in the thorn chair.
- The oppositioner is everywhere.
- Still no fear, Gat at death's rear.
- The Real is dying fuck whoever said that.
- Choir hymn singing, That bell ain't ringing.
- We don't disappear we keep living.
- Surviving through the ghetto rivalries,
- fucking up life's uteri.
- Don't need to rap about my scheme or money,
- Niggas just sing my ghetto symphony.
- Ghetto Symphony,
- That's the type of shit they kill for hunger.
- That's the type of shit they kill for paper.
- Ghetto Symphony,
- well i'll paint the imagery,
- Hope I have good agility, And holy ministry.
- In this ghetto industry.
- Sing my Ghetto Symphony.
- Fuck nigga, I ain't begging for this shit.
- Grit my teeth, demons challenge my wit.
- Chains are moonlit, want me to tell my demons I submit.
- Oh you want this soul? then I guess you have to take it.
- Watch the gat act three time fold, visiting god is my only goal.
- Meanwhile, this shit takes a toll.
- Seeing these young niggas go out of control,
- Oh you from the streets?
- well give'em the shuge knight symptom, Preach.
- Rose crimson, Pushing the pistons, Another victim.
- corruption inside of your system, promise i'll be beyond that prism,
- My kingdom come, My will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
- This shit ain't nothing til judgement day,
- Watch it come back to me,
- Sing my ghetto symphony.
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