Ghetto Poetry

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[Intro: Rob49] Yeah [Verse 1: Rob49] Yeah, we done left niggas toe-tagged, I put racks all in my ho hand Every time I pop outside too fresh, I make my ho mad We came from the bottom of the bottom, we can't go back One thing that I learned, when you in these streets, you can't go out sad I've been tryna keep my mental straight, but it's in a bad place Every time I got that bag straight, I make sure fam ate I be gettin' real cake, niggas'll think it's my fuckin' birthday Every time they play with Vulture Mafia, they in a hearse, ayy [Chorus: Rob49 & Chase Fetti] Anything I was a prospect, I come straight from out the project Pen was in that traphouse, he was tryna make a 9 stretch I can't say too much 'bout what he did, but that's that on that Ain't put no caps in my raps, it only be facts in my raps Anything I was a prospect, I come straight from out the project (Uh-huh) Pen was in that traphouse, he was tryna make a 9 stretch (Uh-huh) I can't say too much 'bout what he did, but that's that on that (Look) Ain't put no caps in my raps, it only be facts in my raps (Uh) [Verse 2: Chase Fetti] I'm a dangerous cat, you niggas still hang with rats (It's a fact) It's an exclamation on it if my name attached (I know) I ain't never fakin' jacks, I will aim this gat at your cabbage (Baow, baow, baow) That shit'll look like a tomato splat Get them off the stage, head was off a haze A nigga talkin' braze, we sparkin' Ks (Brr) Knocked his fuckin' head off his braids P caught the waves and didn't hesitate with it to pass sauce I told him I was 'bout to cop a half a brick of dog They said my shit is barkin', but fetty the competetion (Uh-huh) These young niggas lost, and ready to pop them pistols Watch who with you, niggas stick you, leave you with no pot to piss in Headshots for all my oppositions [Chorus: Rob49] Anything I was a prospect, I come straight from out the project Pen was in that traphouse, he was tryna make a 9 stretch I can't say too much 'bout what he did, but that's that on that Ain't put no caps in my raps, it only be facts in my raps Anything I was a prospect, I come straight from out the project Pen was in that traphouse, he was tryna make a 9 stretch I can't say too much 'bout what he did, but that's that on that Ain't put no caps in my raps, it only be facts in my raps
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Credits
- Writers
- Rob49
- Chase Fetti