Stro - Ghetta Story lyrics

*Transcription in progress* [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 tag I know mamma couldn't stand my black a** Blue, red, American or 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 were 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'de prolly choke I use to take notes, go home, forget all I wrote (?) 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 oclock 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 awnsers 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 think ahead 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 cos I focused on my verbs I spent hot weather puttin' words together I leave this place, I come back godlike