I’ma Ghetto Star UZI (Ft. The Jacka)

[Verse 1: UZI]

I'm 21, and I still ain't been to Disneyland
[?] was out, and left soldiers dizzy man
Remember me, Young Uz, that Deadly Weapon dude
[?] Gotta' weapon, bet I blam at chu'
And if it ain't loot, then mayne' don't holla' bout' it
Punk bitches, brought it with bread, I holla bout' it
106 dare me, I only fuck with family
Keep my chest high, and R.I.P. Dev G
Dope in the do', my heart right there with you folks
Livin' life as a ghetto star, skip witchu' tho'
Sticky dame, catch bullets quick so
Ain't nobody livin' like this, Ghetto Stars and the Mob Figs
I got my gun out, out the world
For all my hard kids, 20 spark kids
Fell down, and got up before mom's did
No fake feelin' it
So tell me how real is this, get blazed in the streets
I'm rappin' from the pain, scar deep
And niggas funny to me
If you ain't scar deep, feel me?

[Verse 2: The Jacka]

I'm pushin' down the ave'
With my homeboy Uz
Laid back like Max, metal into the groove
The trealest rappers alive mayne'
I know we can't lose
Bout' time these rappers survive mayne'
We really payin' dues
We really send dimes, attempt violent crimes
Write it down, when I rhyme
Write a rhyme when I'm down
Behind bars, with my nigs'
Writin' bars of this snit
For the Stars, for the Figs
For my mom, for my kids
Smoke a lot of weed, but I never eat pig
[?]
Seein' soldier through, on everything I do Allah
Inshallah, I got crack I got hop
I know I should stop, but my sight is too block