Day By Day (Ghetto)

Lyrics

[Intro: Stormin] Day by day In the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto More kids dying, day by day In the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto But life's a hustle, day by day In the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto [Verse 1: Stormin] We had a celebration when my bredrin first land So we all had to link up to make a little plan Let me think about my boy who just got a coupe, Mégane I know he's gonna shot it for about a grand Forget that, think about your own pocket 'Cause all the showrooms we're doing, we won't stop it If you're thinking 'bout a Skoda or a Honda Civic Straight away, you know, blud, that your heart's not in it Gonna go in the place and come out within a minute What you saying, rudeboys? Are you lot on it? When I got into the place, I thought I'd seen stars You'd never guess what, blud, the keys are in the cars Forget about the Stillsons, we ain't breaking no bars Hurry up, blud, I think I see the guards Checked my back pocket for my [?] I put it in first gear and drive through the glass [Chorus: Stormin & Sharky Major] Ghetto, life that I'm living is ghetto Day by day in the ghetto Back in the days, me and my bredrin Ghetto Licking off blocks bare face in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto Life that I'm living is ghetto Day by day in the ghetto Back in the days, me and my bredrin Ghetto Licking off blocks bare face in the ghetto, the ghetto (the ghetto) [Verse 2: Sharky Major] In the ghetto, gotta hustle to make it Face it, life's a struggle, it could never be basic When you're surrounded by R1s and TTs A3s, hard to be legit when you're Gs And criminals from the ghetto; I've been chosen Worked hard for this and secured my promotion Sure feels like there's no way out For a spitter like me, at least; hear me out If I hold certain man up I'd find myself with 23-hour bang-up, thinking all messed up But you've gotta make moves, risk consequences For us, if feds come, we've gotta jump fences (yo) If I got caught, I'd be defenceless Just hear the damn judge talking 'bout how I'm senseless And sure feels like there's no way out For a spitter like me, at least; hear me out (check it) [Chorus: Stormin] Ghetto, life that I'm living is ghetto Day by day in the ghetto Back in the days, me and my bredrin Ghetto Licking off blocks bare face in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto Life that I'm living is ghetto Day by day in the ghetto Back in the days, me and my bredrin Ghetto Licking off blocks bare face in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto [Verse 3: Stormin] In school, I never used to play football with my mates I used to just stand up at the gates And spit lyrics, bunk bare lessons like Physics Go to the park and drink bare spirits While some of my boys dem would be out licking Civics All the sweet boys would be out getting digits Those were the good old times And this was back in the days before man even knew about 9s And it weren't about lyrics, it was all about rhymes Spitting on the beat in time And you'd always get gunned if your wife was grime A hard life to live when it's all about crime And I often get tempted from time to time But now I choose to sit back and write rhymes And I know that it's took a long time to shine But I'm focused—day by day—all of the time [Chorus: Stormin] Ghetto, life that I'm living is ghetto Day by day in the ghetto Back in the days, me and my bredrin Ghetto Licking off blocks bare face in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto Life that I'm living is ghetto Day by day in the ghetto Back in the days, me and my bredrin Ghetto Licking off blocks bare face in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto [Outro: Stormin] In the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto In the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto Day by day In the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto