verse 1 young roddy and ain t shit sweet shit real in the ghetto boy them kids totin steel in the ghetto they even got kids havin kids in the ghetto my model bitch ask me how i live in the ghetto she told me that its all fucked up she just calls it how she see it me i say its tough love she don t even smoke i taught her how to roll up now she finally understands why i m smoking so much and i only went to college for a month ditchin class i was in the parkin lot smoking blunts money called the phone i answered like what up cause real talk i ain t never got paid to give a fuck and when them shots bust them niggas better duck cause they ain t got no game and they don t care who they wet up hey ask my step pop he tell you what up i was back and forth in and out the house making runs shit i was trying to make some money on my own got my first piece of pussy nigga thinking that he grown and i always knew i d make it to the league i had hoop dreams but that shit wasn t always what it seems man the shit so ill in the ghetto they even got kids takin pills in the ghetto feelin like the devil on my heels in the ghetto wondering how the hell i m gonna get rich in this ghetto because this nine to five just ain t cuttin it i m just another black brother hustlin just another brother who them haters don t fuck with probably cause i spit that good sense no dumb shit i tried to warn them ignorance is bliss nigga know kung fu they in the hood choppin bricks she caught lock jaw i caught lock wrist from stirrin up that shit trying to get hood rich i m trying to make some real bread but they don t know about it i got his bitch up in my bed but he don t know about it i have to straighten out my act i m getting sloppy i used to dream about getting it now i got me and i admit i might be hooked on chronic your girl straight wilin she want to fuck in the lobby it s fuck the other side i m just trying to do roddy and i bought a black gat but i ain t trying to murk nobody lord i swear i smell fire in the ghetto they even got kids sellin pounds in the ghetto a full time job tryin to stay alive in the ghetto trying to get your money up but it go down in the ghetto uh outro x2 let that bitch breathe for a minute i can get it if you hit it if you tyring to make a purchase i don t talk on cell phones boy that shit make me nervous got a trunk full of yola in the car with no insurance got a bitch who work for me she baggin up service trying to work that dirty money but momma don t have detergent let that bitch breathe for a minute uh life go ahead and light that shit