[Intro]
Yeah, nigga
I'm just a ghetto baby
Seen niggas die, get locked up
(Damn, that shit slap)
Seen a lot of shit goin' on
Public schools fucked up, ain't teachin' us (Section 8 housing)
(If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't trap enough)
[Chorus]
I'm just a ghetto baby
(Section 8 housing, food stamps)
I'm just a ghetto baby
(Seen niggas die, done get locked up)
I'm just a ghetto baby
(Yeah, I know some niggas that'll never make it out)
Yeah, the ghetto raised me
(I'm a product of my environment, nigga, ayy)
[Verse 1]
Mmm, gotta know that the ghetto raised me
First toy I ever got was a broke .380
I'ma stand on tall business 'fore I let 'em play me
Was catchin' plays way before I tried to play JV
Was a Cam'ron fan, I ain't bump JAY-Z
Bitch, this a Bamondabeat, this ain't no Tay Keith
Really can't do shit for free no more, so pay that fee
Really put a bag on your life, don't say that, Tee
Damn, livin' that fast life
Stop dwellin' on what you used to do, that's your past life
You so focused on them hoes, boy, get your bag right
Ain't worried about nobody playin' with me, keep my mag tight
Yeah, nigga
I'm just a ghetto baby
Seen niggas die, get locked up
(Damn, that shit slap)
Seen a lot of shit goin' on
Public schools fucked up, ain't teachin' us (Section 8 housing)
(If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't trap enough)
[Chorus]
I'm just a ghetto baby
(Section 8 housing, food stamps)
I'm just a ghetto baby
(Seen niggas die, done get locked up)
I'm just a ghetto baby
(Yeah, I know some niggas that'll never make it out)
Yeah, the ghetto raised me
(I'm a product of my environment, nigga, ayy)
[Verse 1]
Mmm, gotta know that the ghetto raised me
First toy I ever got was a broke .380
I'ma stand on tall business 'fore I let 'em play me
Was catchin' plays way before I tried to play JV
Was a Cam'ron fan, I ain't bump JAY-Z
Bitch, this a Bamondabeat, this ain't no Tay Keith
Really can't do shit for free no more, so pay that fee
Really put a bag on your life, don't say that, Tee
Damn, livin' that fast life
Stop dwellin' on what you used to do, that's your past life
You so focused on them hoes, boy, get your bag right
Ain't worried about nobody playin' with me, keep my mag tight
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