Rich Boy - Ghetto Rich Remix lyrics

[Rich Boy] Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised Where n***as tote semi-automatics, busting them K's Heavy guns and dope boys hara**ed by the police Still getting pulled over and asked by the police Bama wasn't made for a n***a to win See the color of ya skin get ya put in the pen It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone Sending n***as to the pen or the funeral home I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack Bullet holes in ya house it'll make it hard to sleep Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap Lotta n***as doing life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men n***as doing life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men (chorus) John Legend It's where ya live, it's where ya play It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang Your world is, ghetto It's where I live; it's where I'm from It's where ya had, to tote your gun Your world is, ghetto [Lil Wayne] I could never win an Oscar cause I don't know how to act Saw on my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act Then the second million came, then more came after that Then more came after that, Hurricane after that Damn, and y'all saw the aftermath And in my hood we don't front, so I do give back When you see a hood n***a you gotta tilt your hat And since I'm a hood n***a I do just that OGs used to tell me you just rap Lil' n***a all you need to do is rap And just when I thought I was gonna do just that Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stone was crack f** being like Mike I wanna be like pop Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock Please put up a fight for the kids that watch Us in the spotlight and then they mock But caskets get closed and then they drop And cases get closed and they are dropped Cause no one knows and nobody got Any out nor N-O, cause they better not Three words to a witness they get shot Let me tell you what this is, this is the block Always talk to God, never listen to cops (chorus) John Legend [Nas] It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose There's only one Nas by the hundred thousand you's You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money n***as is broke plus the Wolves is hungry Morgues full of dead n***as who was taking money Morgues full of n***as who the last sh** they ate in stomach Spinach and steak, GORE-TEX boot, Prints still on his face His still on his face when we revisit his wake Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army One gun I'll use it, some son two sh** Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments I stay in deceitful conversations with creep with foul natures Attempted murders trials, the basics Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims It's the sh** we live, uh, Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony Bullets even hit a crack-head in his Abercrombie Psycho an*lyst was asking me what happened to me? See the yack got to me, then the gat got to me Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money Then these beautiful b**hes was bending backwards for me Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly Man I don't give a f**, this is rap to me