Fake MC’s Ghetts

[Intro]
G-G-G-G-H ain't one of these fake MC's, my bars are the truth
I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually, I'm a star in the booth
Go round town asking the youth who's doing this ting
It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it's so diverse
Why work when the fiends wanna buy work? (x2)

[Verse 1]
I can see trouble ahead
I live life in a tunnel of death
It's amazing I'm alive still
Ain't aiming a 9 mill
Paving for a nice meal
I been patient and temptation is too much now
How can a man resist luxury?
I wanna know where the paper's at
But I'll be pissed if it's custody
If a couple of Feds come for me
Then it's back door stylie
But the back door might be covered already
And if so then escape's impossible
But I keep optimistic I ain't letting them stop my business
Let them in, "There's nothing illegal here
I ain't got nothing to hide, it's so obvious
Officer look, that's all in my past
I'mma sign autographs, of course I'm a star
Performing's an art!"