King Moe - Ghetto Celebrity lyrics

(Chorus) Sometimes at night i close my eyes and pray myself to sleep// I thank The Lord cause I became what y'all would never be// They said that rapping won't gon work them people selling dreams// It told em it was either that or catch a felony// It's a dog eat dog world check the pedigree// Look at the sky I'm the flyest thing you'll ever see// They throwing shade, where was you when I was selling tree// Look at me I look like a ghetto celebrity// (Verse 1) Ok now first things f** drizzy drake These n***as looking at me crooked let's get it straight These n***as yelling f** the game they really getting raped And that's why nothing was the same boy this a different day Wayne said sorry for the wait the carter gon be late Meanwhile I'm runnin it in place I'm trying to get in shape Birdman he put him on the shelf that's why he finna skate? I took a trip through hollygrove and you was M.I.A I come from that 919 raise my hood high Got my eyes on the prize what a bullseye I'm on my diddy in the game minus the suit n tie I'm in too deep well that's what happens when u scuba dive Had to play this thang smart this game the craziest J cole he call himself the god guess I'm the atheist They done let the devil in I found a way to win Ain't life a b**h? don't call her that cause that my lady friend (Chorus) (Verse 2) Ok now next things next this for my respect Not for the name for the change or the private jet This for my n***a in them chains Bruh you tried ya best For you that 9 go (du du du) hit k dot in the neck Don't know too much bout jimmy jones watch i really ball Called maakeveli on the phone he with biggie smalls They told me I should k** them all so I k** them all Faizo you selling out or nah I'm like n***a naw Bae I'm married to the game for better or worse Not into names but I can mason margeala your purse Shout out to meek because the meek shall inherit the earth I'll body meek and make rozay carry the hearse Sippin sprite I'm eating good excuse my appetite Like kevin gates ok I'm higher than a satellite From state to state they say I'm great I lived a savage life But lay the law like glizzy baby n I got bragging rights (Chorus) (Verse 3) Ain't nobody givin you nothing I'm still hustling Even when I reach me a million I'll feel nothing Cause when you're satisfied that's when you feel complacency Grind to keep rap alive or grind everyday and week Bet I take the game to a place it never been They told me not diss you rappers why cause I'm irrelevant But if I wouldn't have took this risk then I would've been forever hid Question is where the f** was you when I was selling mid 25 for the cutie pie 55 for half of a zip 85 for the whole O (that's 28grams) ain't that a trip 112 in a quarter pound but I needed me a large amount 448 for the whole P. How much cheese? I lost the count No lie ask Hunna cream Who knew that reality would become a dream Who knew that I would flee from a scene Where they kidnap, clap, and grind Im a mastermind, get that? Now watch the way I strategize (Chorus)