Lyrics

Im born in a bloodline of curses and violence combined Life on the line, see you stand on the side line Earlier generations werent nice kinds, put yo mind right We ran and run the streets at night, dogs who dont bark bite I can and done fucked with the system, thug life Friends that are gone now i never do miss em, dont need them in life Im with G's in my genes discipline is recessive Got some g's of sative i ain't trippin off that passive You can't deal with the static i detect it I sense it its the reflection In your eyes the ones who recognize will certify Take you off this concrete it satisfies Clock says 3 am homie look alive The beef is cookin tonight, if they come through its on sight Drinkin on the devils piss till the first light Ghetto, thats where we are til the sun get up, in the ghetto Ghetto, thats where all the feds get nuts, in the ghetto Ghetto, swear this where ya whole set gets touched, in the ghetto Ghetto, alls yo life you been in a clutch, in the ghetto Talking to one of the old ones, he reflecting Looking back at his days comparing it to our actions He say y'all dudes is cray, i said wait up oldhead Ain't you the generation spraying 12 with ak's? Not even need for registration call it stray-k's Aimin straight in their face while sustaining the chase But you feel ashamed, spent time in the pen life is strange Nothing can replace the time you paid You just waiting for your doomsday Soon faith will make us goons pay, make us feel like fools But one day i saw the strings and it pulled Towards a direction i didn't see above me stood The few who didn't want any good i understood That we do merit and them up there are the crooks Ghetto, thats where we are til the sun get up, in the ghetto Ghetto, thats where all the feds get nuts, in the ghetto Ghetto, swear this where ya whole set gets touched, in the ghetto Ghetto, alls yo life you been in a clutch, in the ghetto Now my phone is ringing, ciao OG gotta go and kick it Doubt if i'll get home, i risk it, join the homies legion They on the phone and screamin, sucka come and get it Twenty four minutes been vanished We could've pull some 287's and the feds do 3 200's we still ain't finished (thats 911) Many phone dials done, make us go on the run Blue lights spun, new guys stunned You, hide or run there they come shit im gone Hear mines getting rid of guns, one's trigger sprung Now done is the fun, everyone dont stop for nun My eardrums still hummin from the near shot not peirced Sirenes cease to exist, lungs relieved finally breathe See the OG in front of me, he teared up said didn't think you'd persist