Ghetto Boys - Fred The Godson

I was raised by my mama

Then I was raised by niggas who raised the lama

Gauge in a leather bomber, we engaging drama

Death is coming, eat you alive, this Jeffrey Dama

They wanted me to finish the board of education

I dropped out, I was bored of education

Money caught my interest, slinging on the benches

Papi gave me peer, I’m giving customers that vintage

My men got sisters, they gave em a half a dozen

The Ave out here buggin with magnums they out here slugging

I’m out here hoodied up, champion of pony top

Picture while the corner pop, I’m out here with you on the block

I’m watching the transaction,

We breaking down every kilogram, gram stacking

I thank God they letting my people go

Welcome home all

I grew up around them ghetto boys

I grew up in the ghetto so from the get go

You know we had to get dough

Shots rain, get low

My uncle just wasn’t quick enough

It was spring of april, that’s when they hit him up

He was throwing up blood on my shirt

I had to snob staring at his hurts

Just got taken for what it’s worth

I grew up around killers

The block was a casino, I grew up around dealers

You know why street niggas think different

You know these clips will make you jump niggas think griffin

The 50 is in the whip, that’s how we grippin

Lord knows for the bullshit, this Scotty Pimpin

We still in the cut slinging

And we got it for the load, this is my upbringing

They letting my people go, thank God

Welcome home bra

I grew up around them ghetto boys