[Intro: Eastside 80's]
Flew down ninety-six, like
[Verse 1: Eastside 80's]
Tryna' tell your life story, couldn't pay me to listen
I just tell my life story and they pay me to listen
Me and Dame hit a mill, got paid on the Christmas
Paid to get to where am I at, now they paying attention
Nate doing that, I wish I could pay him a visit
My situations is serious, I can't go see my niggas
I stay dodging the law, 'cause who wanna see prison?
Nigga wrote down a statement
I'll never forgive him
It's a lot of shit I look past but never forget it
It's a lot of hoes I think cute but never would hit 'em
It's a lot of niggas talk shit but never done did it
Tryna' get me a million, some niggas never would get it
How I'ma stay humble?
Growing up in the jungle, when the ones you think riding don't want you to bubble
And the hoes say they love you waiting on you to stumble
But the real trap niggas they don't want you to fumble
For real
[Chorus: LOM Rambo]
Good kush, I'm inhaling
Eyes red as hell, they compare me to the devil (like Satan)
Glock in my hand, my foot on the pedal
Take some secrets to the grave with me I'll never tell 'em (Won't say shit)
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto (That's all I am)
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto (Just tryna' make it, nigga)
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto
Take some secrets to the grave with me I'll never tell 'em (Let's get it)
[Verse 2: LOM Rambo]
Take them hits that I took I couldn't pay you to try (I couldn't pay you)
This my shooter, just know, if I pay him, you dying (Yup)
Know some niggas that's rapping, but they ain't sold a dime (Ain't sold shit)
Just know I really live what I say in my rhymes (Real talk)
But I don't pay 'em no mind, my motto fuck these niggas (Fuck)
I'd rather talk about me and how I'm fucking they bitches (Haa)
Fucking up they extensions, smelling kush in her hair
I was blowing on the wood while she was giving me head
Y'all know how I play it, bigger money, bigger guns doe (Nigga)
Thought dog was a gangster, damn, what he run fo'? (Ay, what up?)
Came here with tens, slapped out, I got one mo'
Hit her, hit her friend to, I'm the one hoe
Front door, what I got a front fo'? (Graa)
I was about 10 when the feds hit the front door, come doe
You could come and shop, we got what you need, boy
I'm having flashbacks of some shit you wouldn't believe
Bricks on the porch, niggas dead, laying on the [?]
[Chorus: LOM Rambo]
Good kush, I'm inhaling
Eyes red as hell, they compare me to the devil (like Satan)
Glock in my hand, my foot on the pedal
Take some secrets to the grave with me I'll never tell 'em (Won't say shit)
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto (Just tryna' make it, nigga)
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto (Keep it G)
Take some secrets to the grave with me I'll never tell 'em
[Verse 3: Eastside 80's]
Lot of shit that I seen I won't ever say
Grew up around some OGs' who won't never play
I done made 1000 places I won't ever stay
Fuck hoes, and get here for free, I don't ever pay
You talking 'bout making cheese, I don't hesitate
I fuck around with all Gs', check our resume
Sat on my ass all week for eleven K
Blow strong, burn a nigga ass like some pepper spray
I'm just praying for a better day
Owe me, then he better pay, my niggas got ARs', they let 'em spray
Moving with felonies, I'm just trying to better me
300 for 7500, but it ain't Jeoprady
That's for a quarter, fiends not spoiling
Meet me halfway and they can get 'em for the [?]
Tied 20 bands up and stuffed it in the Jordan
Had my mans strapped up, waiting for me in the morning
Bitch
[Chorus: LOM Rambo]
Good kush, I'm inhaling
Eyes red as hell, they compare me to the devil (like Satan)
Glock in my hand, my foot on the pedal
Take some secrets to the grave with me I'll never tell 'em (Won't say shit)
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto (That's all I am)
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto (Just tryna' make it, nigga)
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto (Keep it G)
Take some secrets to the grave with me I'll never tell 'em
