Ghetto Stars Tricky (Ft. Francesca Belmonte)

Have a look at trick down
To see my baby
You been locked in a cell
Standing south on the street
Hard to look though the bars
You don't look well
Shots keep ringin'
Still no presence
To accommodate our hardcore loves
This my love come get in line
Before they comes home with thugs

Ghetto stars don’t go far
Ghetto traps, locked behind bars
Don't you worry keeps your hurry
Ghetto knows that you don't deserve

My blood is in it
I never try to reason
My cousin Norman
But the car case he’s runnin'
My family's gringo
So I try to sing yo
Writing these efforts
While my nan plays the bingo
My scene is just a habit
Try to chase a rabbit
My family of gringo's
Break in though the windows
I need some new clothes
Shiny new wheel wells
Kickers and teeth now
We had a big sack
I really love my family
They probably never planned me
My family's gringo
So I try to sing yo