Ghetto

Excuse me, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

Yeah, I came from the mud

Came from the bottom

Spot 'em, I got 'em

I bought a bandana for 600 dollars

Mr. Miyagi

I like that pussy real soggy

I bought her noodles and sake

Favorite meal used to be chocolate

I used to stay with my cousins

Heat the house up with the oven

Airport tried to make us move without payin' us

We told 'em we ain't budgin'

We stole our cable from next door

It was still a finesse though

I'm still here, where the rest go?

This right here manifesto

I got some gold on my front tooth

And my hair grow like it's kudzu

Told her take a hike like hut two

I was raised by the Huxtables

I was raised in apartments

Right up under that yellow light

Right on top of that bando

Stand on the couch when I feel like, yeah!

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me

Can't make no excuses

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

I'm ghetto, excuse me

Please accept my apologies

This a biography

See through you niggas like radio-ology

Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me

I dip my bread in the Kool-Aid

My partner wrecked the new car

He only had that bitch two days

When you was rockin' the new Js

I was servin' some new Js

Went to the prom in a J car

He had just bought a new Mustang

Now I walked around with a digi scale

Paraphernalia in fingernails

Yeah you did dirt, but you finna tell

I used to get 20 of 'em in the mail, yeah!

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me

Can't make no excuses

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

I put hot sauce on my tater chips

The fact I said tater chips

Back on that crazy shit

Me and Ruth Chris, we got a relationship

Yeah I'm ghetto as fuck

I told 'em I got that strong

Tell 'em meet me up the street

For Christmas I want me a stove

For Christmas I want me a scale

For Christmas I want me some sandwich bags

If I go to the hospital

Better put rims on the ambulance

Better put lean in my IV

Nurse better have double Ds

Rest in peace to Double D

I'm from the ghetto, we a hundred deep

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me

Can't make no excuses

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

You know, as kids

We don't choose where we grow up at

You know, it's a living arrangement

It's a living situation

You know, but I'm thankful for everything

That I've been through

For every seed that's been planted

You know, everything that grew on me

You dig what I'm sayin'?

I come from that. I'm goin' this way, though

You dig what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, straight up, a ghetto child, though, man

Super duper blessed, man, super duper blessed

Really anointed, anointed by the Lord so you know

I'm supposed to be here, you know what I'm sayin'?

But excuse me, please, excuse me

I'm tryna go that way... that way