[Intro: Master P]
It's like my adversaries plottin on my death
But I put my life in God's hands, y'know
I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life
And uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems
I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh..
Hit that sess and let it just marinate y'know
Get away, ya heard me?
[Hook: Suga Bear]
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all
Can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all
Can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
[Master P]
How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy
Til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die
Niggas standin on corners, just to scheme and plot
Niggas killin up each other, for grams of rock
Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a long gun
Niggas fightin everyday, til death be the outcome
I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen
Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind
And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project
Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check
I hustled in hallways with no lights
Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights
It's like my adversaries plottin on my death
But I put my life in God's hands, y'know
I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life
And uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems
I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh..
Hit that sess and let it just marinate y'know
Get away, ya heard me?
[Hook: Suga Bear]
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all
Can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all
Can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
[Master P]
How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy
Til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die
Niggas standin on corners, just to scheme and plot
Niggas killin up each other, for grams of rock
Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a long gun
Niggas fightin everyday, til death be the outcome
I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen
Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind
And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project
Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check
I hustled in hallways with no lights
Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights
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