Ghetto Trae tha Truth (Ft. Ink, T.I. & Wyclef Jean)

[Intro: Trae Tha Truth]
Yea
Hol' Up
In the Ghetto
I can't tell you about you, but I can tell you something about me

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
I got this chopper with me
Slidin' through the city, sippin something heavy
Fuck around and catch a body
Body me a nigga, tell them hoes steady
Ready for whatever, father helpful times
Many niggas outta line
Got a 40 pulled up to my waist
The other peace I need I couldn't find
[?] I could rewind it
Pain and hurt don't remind it
I'm fightin' knowin' nothin' promise
I'm close as hell but still can't time it
Just ridin' trying to make it home
That's real life, fuck this song
My sons know they daddy good
And they feel it so they call my phone
I can't answer, so I gotta pray
Shit I don't wanna die today
Fuck niggas might just try today
But I know I'll let a [?]
Forever in the hell hole
Go right beside your head hoe
I'm a asshole to the dissers
Tell them haters I say hello