Correction Paroles Child Of The Ghetto par Dave East

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I smile through the terror no sun, it was raining on me
A child of the ghetto nobody explained it on me
I never fold, I never bend that's the gangster in me
Another daughter in my life I'm so grateful to see

n***as loved to say I changed, but they changed up on me
I fell out, with a couple homies, they blamed it on me
Shared my whole life with these n***as, nothing stranger to see
Cop the [?] just to get from A to B

Shout to my PO, cause Shane make me pee
Was praying god to make the league
Opps come, make em bleed, see the cops, then shake the scene
Every bar that n***as spit be make-believe
I still could get your face powdered, like I work for Maybelline
Jumped in that water, without no naval team
Them books got me smarter, some n***as hate to read
Got prescriptions of names from Dwayne reed, I'd rather be
Eating shrimp and steak than being in state greens
eat the closest to you, nobody ain't bleed
Free scrappy [?] drape street, that's really my brother but last time seen him, we were still in the gutter

I went to visit and they hated on me
It felt like them f**king pigs was waiting on me
Drove 6 hours couldn't see him, that sh*t'l break a homie
The way we live, rolling in ink, got no eraser for it
I was dead broke I could relate boredom
$20 cabs that I would take the[?]
Popping out of ubers, with my gun on
Like way before I had my daughter
n***as playing the corner till the sun gone
Had a pack on me before I put out one song

It was wild in my era, no sun, it was raining on me
A child of the ghetto nobody explained it to me
From pitching dimes to spitting rhymes n***as hated on me
It was hard to get some air around the way, I'm just waiting to breathe
They gave him 20 years, he did 12, we just waiting to be free
My youngin learned my lifestyle, he said he just waiting to be me
Child of the ghetto nobody explained it to me
Find me out in Cabo, wintertime and its 80 degrees
Hermes the hoodie, Hermes the sleeves
If the devil wear Prada, just Louis Vuitton me that sh*t from overseas
Special delivery, damn that n***a glittery
You panic you a memory, the damage I see vividly
Rollie with the press, Fish with the spaghetti
Rest in peace to [?] rest in peace to [?]
I ain't ever too far from chetty, we were stuck in the trenches

Just watching belly, I was nasty
The I told he "put it in your mouth' [?]
Then kick her out and put on some Madea sh*t, with Tyler Perry
Reminiscing all them dinners I made from commissary
Sliding in that Bonneville plot on n***as we gotta bury
Like I ain't have a lot of jewelry
A lot of n***as be home with their kids if they ain't provide a jury

Jumped out a 2 door, Beuntld, blowing [?]
Get back n***a you too close, you never too black to vote
Smackee off a mimosa
If I take my youngin to the Gucci store, and show him the loafers
Know I did for the culture
Took it from locally global with just me and my locsters
Now they put us on posters

I smile through the terror no sun, it was raining on me
A child of the ghetto nobody explained it on me
I never fold, I never obey that's the gangster in me
Another daughter in my life I'm so grateful to see
n***as loved to say I changed, but they changed up on me
I fell out, with a couple homies, they blamed it on me
Shared my whole life with these n***as, nothing stranger to see
Cop the [?] just to get from A to B

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