Stro The Mc - Ghetta Story lyrics

Check Full out just rappin' sh** Figured I'd take it back a little bit Cause I don't really do this too often [Verse 1 : Astro] I remember back in the days, when n***as really ain't have it Food in my hands I ain't bite, I grabbed it Bad kid, bad school, bad friends Mamma checking her purse to see I stole the last ten Disperse, hit the block n***a put it on my tab I know mamma couldn't stand my black a** Blue, red, American no black flags You blend in with the crowd or get clapped fast My n***a sold weed for cash, back in cla** I was the smartest But showed off for broads with the cakes Since 5th grade babies was made Not by this kid they only let the crips hit sh**, one chick was so bad we was beggin One week in the school, the second week she was pregnant Kinda scary but To me it was a joke Shawtys offer me neck, I'd prolly choke I use to take notes, go home, forget all I wrote (?) That's unless it was a rhyme I knew I'd be poppin' in due time It's crazy how my n***as do time Leave the pen, celebrate like they're men And when 3 o'clock hit we was on that on the block sh** Gunshots from last week seeking who got hit Feds investigating, we instigating Lost souls but with the business we found our way in I was swaying with my Brownsville crew I never told my mamma ‘bout the sh** I use to do Remember I came home with my face black and blue She was feindin', screaming for answers like who? I never told, the reason why See mamma is Jamaican she don't let that sh** fly She woulda tried to fight the dudes that hit I And if somebody hit my mamma, somebody gotta die I though ahead when I wanted to I never smoke, n***as said I move like I hit a blunt or two A wise fella I sit back and observe Let the pen hit the pad like the bodies hit the curb n***as called me weird cause I focused on my verbs I spent hot weather puttin' words together if ever I leave this place, I come back godlike Let the fate [?] Make sh** that the dons like This is my story, a true ghetta story I'm just making [?] what he put before me Let the memories motivate, get the [?] Tell the block I hit the studio, I'll be back late This is my story now you ghetta story Make work with the universe put before we Let the memories motivate, get the pape Tell the block my sh**'s hot, I'll be back straight Realest sh** I ever wrote