Rich Boy feat. John Legend Ghetto Rich Lyrics

Rich Boy Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Madness
  • 2 Role Models
  • 3 Boy Looka Here
  • 4 Throw Some D’s
  • 5 What It Do
  • 6 Good Things
  • 7 Hustla Balla Gangsta Mack
  • 8 Touch That Ass
  • 9 On the Regular
  • 10 Gangsta (interlude)
  • 11 Get to Poppin
  • 12 And I Love You
  • 13 Lost Girls
  • 14 Ghetto Rich
  • 15 Let’s Get This Paper / Balla Life
  • 16 Throw Some D’s (remix)
  • ****, we tryna get it for real
    Oh, Rich Boy, you *****s better get focused
    Get money, mutha****a, get money, mutha****a

    Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
    Where *****s tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
    Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
    Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police

    'Bama wasn't made for a ***** to win
    See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen
    It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
    Sendin' *****s to the pen or the funeral home

    I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back
    So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack
    Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep
    Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap

    'Lotta *****s doin' life from under covers and fake friends
    It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
    *****s doin' life from under covers and fake friends
    It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

    It's where you live, it's where you play
    It's where you learn your favorite slang
    Your world is ghetto

    It's where I live, it's where I'm from
    It's where you had to tote your gun
    Your world is ghetto

    Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gutter
    Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her
    Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate
    Know a couple of *****s ain't never comin' out the gate

    Movin' weight the only thing them street *****s know
    Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show
    But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from robbin'
    Do or die situation when ya tired, be stavin'

    Government'd never send me a dime for school
    So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool
    I'm a leader for the South, pa, open ya ears
    Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears

    It's where you live, it's where you play
    It's where you learn your favorite slang
    Your world is ghetto

    It's where I live, it's where I'm from
    It's where you had to tote your gun
    Your world is ghetto

    I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back
    Got a couple white packs 'cause they fiend for that
    Early five in the mornin', pigs showin' they badge
    Real *****s in the street still showin' they rags

    Speed bumps in the road start slowin' me down
    See them fake *****s actin' like they know me now
    Got a chance to advance, so I'm makin' my move
    Couple o' people still thinkin' they got somethin' to prove

    Pay the card for the South, yeah the hood my home
    Told my mama I'ma leave the dope game alone
    On my knees every night conversatin' wit God
    *****s dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard

    Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies
    I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit the Uzi
    Even if I take a trip around the world and back
    I'm representin' for the hoods where they feel me at

    It's where you live, it's where you play
    It's where you learn your favorite slang
    Your world is ghetto

    It's where I live, it's where I'm from
    It's where you had to tote your gun
    Your world is ghetto, your world, ghetto

    Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like
    Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life
    Throw 'em up if ya ghetto, ****
    Your world, ghetto

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