i dedicate this to my road dogs struggling i hope this letter finds you with peace and all hustling i m busting for y all niggas cause ya ll my niggas on the reala we grind in these streets to stack some scrilla for the dealers you stay up on your p s and your q s and never underestimate with these who do you get the paper then get out the streets and y all remember you never let the money and the dope to meet and i could give a g to a nigga starvin so we can floss and blow weed when he with the warden how many niggas on the cut who don t give a fuck survivin struggles hitting licks after i pick em up i m just a homie out the hood who done did something and while you frontin i m ten years and i m still bumpin you heard me homie fuck tryna cater to the dumdums they call you niggas and niggas still forgettin where they come from i bring the real for all my homies out grindin and help your homie get on his feet and we all riding stangs but thangs in this game and that s true be sure that you respecting the power and that you never forget the neighborhood where it started the ghetto south acres my hood and my heart s with the ghetto ghetto i can t get out of here ghetto ghetto i can t get out of here i represent that southeast that southeast atlanta muthafucka decatur where you at bring the ruckus cause muthafuckas been talkin that shit for so long but now i m down with this interface clique and it s on give a fuck where you from nigga decatur always represented and i know that for a fact i lived in it now look at me yup k b still rappin and for you niggas talking that shit i m still scrappin gorilla slappin niggas with all that hot cappin niggas thinkin they can fake their death it ain t happenin when you think we slackin that campbellton road steady packin the home of the big dope slangin and car jacking nigga i ain t acting eiffel court up in this bitch from the o p s and all the way down to eastwick even flat shoals and glenwood it s all good boulder crest to columbia drive it s all hood the ghetto  ghetto ghetto i can t get out of here i got to give it up to my ghetto niggas and that ghetto bitch looking for them ghetto licks getting ghetto rich knowing that the scheme in the book flip the game quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama s name this ghetto slang is some shit that can beat college you ain t fucking with this hustler with street knowledge 9 to 5 still flipping 20 s on the side drop it by the fence making dollars out of fifteen cents got the big body benz with the wheels on it a cell phone with no bills on it ghetto ass got to feel on it still want it baby kneel on it and i can put the kill on it you got this rap nigga lying like a singer put your baby to sleep and turn off your ringer you can catch me on van wick looking sick in a six with somethin swiss on my wrist now picture this you better blow cause too many niggas up at mr jackson s do y all niggas got to go the ghetto ghetto ghetto i can t get out of here ghetto fifth ward is the site where the fight for life is twice as shife advice to my homies who write me in the pen willie know the cell is hell but keep sending me mail with that liberty bell so i can tell you whats the haps and who got capped for riches and send you pictures of naked bitches i remember when i used to get beat with extension cord and be ashamed to show my friends where my house was started stealing out my mamas purse now that shes gone she lives through my songs and it sure hurts how come we treat our children worse than we were treated in the ghetto and turn our women into widows sick of seeing my homies that i ate with drank with played with laughed with dead in a casket to my folks we can reach the top but you gotta shit or get off the pot fuck you see your chance baby take it i was the last motherfucker in the world that they thought would make it but look at me now sex on the beach in greece straight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto ghetto ghetto i can t get out of here ghetto ghetto i can t get out of here1