[Chorus: CeeLo Green]
I'm in the ghetto
Tryin grind up out it
And the feeling got niggas, killing an dying about it
And my only concern is will it be my turn today
And maybe it just might but it's alright
We still choppin' through the night so hold on tight
I see the light and I just hope tomorrow ain't to far away
Waiting for tomorrow
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Watching ceiling fans go round an round
Sweat from stress looks like rain on the ground
When I exhale
See the pain in the clouds
Pretty much the same as a child the pain I mean
Product of my environment was kane to me
Product of my environment why you blaming me?
You see, it ain't no change in me
That being the dope boy was the thang to be
And that's cliché but have your mama ever ask you [?]
And she be like I pay ya in 3 days
And the third day its a friday and you don't see her 'til like sunday
And she sleep all day on monday
U be like "Ma wheres my money?"
And she be like "Boy don't bug me"
We stay in this apartment
Your dad ain't here I don't have a job yet
If it ain't one thing it's about chump change
My neighborhood sound like a motherfucking gun range
I'm in the ghetto
Tryin grind up out it
And the feeling got niggas, killing an dying about it
And my only concern is will it be my turn today
And maybe it just might but it's alright
We still choppin' through the night so hold on tight
I see the light and I just hope tomorrow ain't to far away
Waiting for tomorrow
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Watching ceiling fans go round an round
Sweat from stress looks like rain on the ground
When I exhale
See the pain in the clouds
Pretty much the same as a child the pain I mean
Product of my environment was kane to me
Product of my environment why you blaming me?
You see, it ain't no change in me
That being the dope boy was the thang to be
And that's cliché but have your mama ever ask you [?]
And she be like I pay ya in 3 days
And the third day its a friday and you don't see her 'til like sunday
And she sleep all day on monday
U be like "Ma wheres my money?"
And she be like "Boy don't bug me"
We stay in this apartment
Your dad ain't here I don't have a job yet
If it ain't one thing it's about chump change
My neighborhood sound like a motherfucking gun range
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