Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Knightowl] Since birth, I've been causing pain The house I'm living in my domain Where I kicks all the pushers, pimps, and tricks Selling drugs to make bank Getting back in a shank Talking about simon, home boy you know I never rank But it's a pity when you're living in the city Of the wicked where the beast always has another deadly feast Better get ready, life's a gamble in the ghetto You got to commit any crime just to earn a metal Visions of the bloody mess Caress the mind of the criminal My friends, they all become a minimal Living day by day when I was young, always packed a gun Hell, I'm on the run, now I realized this was my fun Damn, things are changed when you get older But I still got to keep on looking over my shoulder The streets that I used to roll no longer I consider home But still down for the set that I grew up but hang out alone [Chorus] In the ghetto, you got to earn your metal Don't press your luck cause you're going to get stuck In the middle of the game, well ain't that a shame The mighty dollars taking over me Now the streets roam with a wicked mentality In the middle of the game, well ain't that a shame [Verse 2: Mr. Knightowl] Once again, a young child's put to rest With a bloody mess I've seen shot by another stupid team You act much different when you're not with all your homies Now where's the man that I saw the other day, you phoney You need a can to toast, you become a ghost Gone with the wind once again I smoked with the man I win All of my battles that I didn't But Imma be the one that standing up today Foos try to walk and step like me, the reputation that I carry I put a vato in a mortuary I'm not the man you want your kids to be So listen to me when I speak Before they find your body buried in a creek My life's been a mess; still, I plan to keep it all together I'm thinking about all the days, nothing will last forever I thought I had my homies back but those talking smack Buck them if I got to tuck, then you know it's like that [Chorus] In the ghetto, you got to earn your metal Don't press your luck cause you're going to get stuck In the middle of the game, well, ain't that a shame The mighty dollars taking over me Now the streets roam with a wicked mentality In the middle of the game, well, ain't that a shame [Verse 3: Mr. Knightowl] The victims in the casket, the young kid got blasted It's been going on in this reality, it lasted But how much of this will make him understand, it ain't the way You don't even know if you'll live to see another day Acting like a big man but ran when you saw me coming You didn't have no back-up boy, that's why you started running You left and didn't think about throwing down for your set Right between the legs cause you're packing little chicken eggs But claim to be the biggest when you started sticking homies And then I broke you off in front of all your little homies Nobody did a thing, couldn't nobody handled 1-2-3-4, crazy looking vandals That walked into a room, living life ready to blast them And still to this day, you know I'm walking past them So think about that vato loco that's in your dream Bumping on my beats when I'm roaming through my wicked street [Chorus] In the ghetto, you got to earn your metal Don't press your luck cause you're going to get stuck In the middle of the game, well, ain't that a shame The mighty dollars taking over me Now the streets roam with a wicked mentality