Young Roddy - City of Gods lyrics

Verse 1: Young Roddy And ain't sh** sweet, sh** real in the ghetto Boy them kids totin' steel in the ghetto They even got kids havin' kids in the ghetto My model b**h ask me how I live in the ghetto She told me that its all f**ed 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' cla** 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 f** And when them shots bust, them n***as 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 sh** I was trying to make some money on my own Got my first piece of p**y, n***a thinking that he grown And I always knew I'd make it to the league I had hoop dreams but that sh** wasn't always what it seems Man the sh** 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 f** with Probably cause I spit that good sense, no dumb sh** I tried to warn them ignorance is bliss n***a know Kung-Fu, they in the hood choppin' bricks She caught lock jaw, I caught lock wrist From stirrin' up that sh**, trying to get hood rich I'm trying to make some real bread But they don't know about it I got his b**h 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 f** in the lobby It's f** 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 b**h 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 sh** make me nervous Got a trunk full of yola, in the car with no insurance Got a b**h who work for me, she baggin' up service Trying to work that dirty money but momma don't have detergent Let that b**h breathe for a minute Uh, life Go ahead and light that sh**