Lyrics

Little ghetto boy In the ghetto streets Yeah Whatcha gonna do when you grow up That's right We never even planned to be here this long man You gotta face responsibility I know I didn't Look at me now [Verse 1: Sevin] Yeah Yeah God as my witness I never thought I'd live this long Hang with the blame game But somebody did us wrong I sip a fifth and reminisce about Being kids but wasn't kidding when we said we'd slit our wrists If it would get us on A whip dipped in chrome Slippers and bigger home sickenin' When being poverty stricken's all that niggas know Yeah I had a dream of gettin butta Now I'm sleeping in the gutta With no eats up in the cupboard My young life wasted in the fast lane Had fun making cash rain Until the task came Used to be danger Had to leave behind that last name These days I'm trying to clear my mind Glass brain It breaks my heart to see my young niggas press they luck And knowing at the end of the day they gon' be left with nothing But they watch videos with fancy cars and pretty hoes But life in prison or a casket's how it really goes [Chorus] Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets Whatcha, whatcha whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility [Verse 2: Sevin] Yeah Yeah Yeah This noodle right I need a brew to make it thorough the night Shooting kites Got more homies doing life than doing right We keep the Ruger tight View life through a shooter's sight Instead of moving white I choose to spew the truth right through the mic But this music hype is nothing but a masquerade The cash I made don't kill the pain I feel My brother passed away (Rest In Peace nigga) This fatal life's regarded to a massive grave I gave my life to God I am the master's slave Yeah I squat the under bucket through the turf On my futile search for beauty Maybe my view is cursed I understand my niggas eatin' so they hustle grams But I hate see 'em risk they freedom for a couple grand I'm trying to construct a plan But niggas ain't work breadie These streets'll lead you to a early grave The dirt's ready I'm a leader And that shirt's heavy Follow me Let's chase Christ We don't wanna go where dollars lead [Chorus] Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets Whatcha, whatcha whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility Ghetto boy Fatigue Wallace It's the boy Fatigue Sevin HOGMOB Let's get it LEGGO [Verse 3: Fatigue Wallace] I'm from the hood bruh Grow up without my paps Then I lost my mom My nightmares on snap But I'm still gettin guap Cuz they know what I'm bout I stay praying to the lord for a different route I was a ghetto boy Born up in these ghetto streets ???were still beefing with ???? Woke up to my momma kissing on another man I thought that was my dad I was a kid I didn't understand But now I'm grown now I want my own nah I love the Lord But I'm known to tilt that chrome nah Most of em fake Some of em real That's why I rock with my fam Cuz I know the deal My big bro Sev he be really rocking doe Disrespect him bruh We get to Wocka Flockin though He a Christian I'm a baptist Same thang He from the bay I'm from the hood Bruh it's the same gang [Chorus] Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets Whatcha, whatcha whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility