Ghetto life

Okay so here you think you can get away with what you did??

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

So get up off that slave ship

Cause i’m balling, bitch

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Wit my kin that i came in wit

After that moscato hit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

It shows i know a bit

You work the bitch

But see i planned a trip

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch.