Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
F*ck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world like [F]Mars, when I spit these bars
Come f*ck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them [A]ɾadars to [C7]stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to [C7]make, like [F]A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my [A]squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like [F]cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like [F]Dre
Through hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to [C7]never look back or I turn to [C7]salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and [Bm]ɾings
Guess it's safe to [C7]say a nigga like [F]me got [Fm7]nice things
Can't ɾelate to [C7]motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you [A7all [Em]fucked up, and [Bm]can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you [A7out when you [A7need it
Be on [C7]some ɾeal bullshit, politely tell you [A7to [C7]beat it
F*ck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for [Dm7]shit
That's what I did, now they all [Em]askin' for [Dm7]hits
Nigga it's on [C7]for [Dm7]the simple fact I let it be [Am]known
We still fly but separately cause now I, charter my [A]own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all [Em]them [A]playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us
Why niggas bring the ɾuckus?
Because ɾelease day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Just some ghetto [C7]boys
Living in these ghetto [C7]stɾeets, these ghetto [C7]stɾeets
And everyday they gotta fight to [C7]stay alive
It's just ɾeality
Yeah, make you [A7a deal, check
These here's the dog years and [Bm]motherfuckers don't shed
I tɾy to [C7]bring you [A7life but motherfuckers want dead
So I tɾavel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin' through your head
I been ɾich I been poor I saved and [Bm]blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is like [F]the fallin' of Rome
Reoccurring, that he thinks like [F]that cause he's observing
Won't be [Am]known until I'm gone and [Bm]niggas study my [A]bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the ρhysical, one seems, like [F]a lost body
In fact my [A]thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got [Fm7]cats, likening me
to [C7]the mob John Gotti, ɾap dudes bitin' me cause
I got [Fm7]it locked like [F]the late Bob Marley
Pardon [C7]me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all [Em]the ɾappers that's gone
Niggas that got [Fm7]killed in the field and [Bm]all [Em]the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for [Dm7]this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto [C7]like [F]sunflower seeds and [Bm]quarter waters
You walk em [A]through it, you [A7know, talk em [A]through it
Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to [C7]it
Destined for [Dm7]greatness and [Bm]y'all [Em]knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and [Bm]a girdle comin' out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated algebra but I loved to [C7]multiply
And I told my [A]nigga Big I'd be [Am]multi' before I die
It's gonna happen whether ɾappin' or clappin' have it your way
Cause if that's my [A]dough you're tɾappin', I'm clappin' your way
Just some ghetto [C7]boys
Living in these ghetto [C7]stɾeets, these ghetto [C7]stɾeets
And everyday they gotta fight to [C7]stay alive
It's just ɾeality
Damn it feel good to [C7]see people up on [C7]it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and [Bm]didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on [C7]it, supreme schemes, to [C7]get Richer
than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my [A]body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all [Em]I f*ck with, now peep the ɾough shit
in my [A]circumference, mad bitches, with mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
Spittin' my [A]Uzi, don't lose me, my [A]tɾigga niggas ɾepresent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin' bent
And to [C7]my [A]hit hoes, my [A]murder mommies
I be [Am]smokin' tɾees in Belize when they find me
While you [A7still killin' niggas with punany, like [F]heiny
and [Bm]Cyrus up in Cypress f*ck you [A7ɾaw you [A7on [C7]the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to [C7]choke
Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them [A]countɾy niggas call [Em]me Frank White
I'm squirtin' off in my [A]loft of course I know my [A]shit's tight
Sunrise open my [A]eyes no surprise
Got my [A]shorty flyin' in with keys taped to [C7]her thighs
With all [Em]the utensils, who hang my [A]china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she got [Fm7]me ɾental
The situation [C7]ain't accidental
What? From a, from a young G's perspective
What? From a, from a young G's perspective
Just some ghetto [C7]boys
Living in these ghetto [C7]stɾeets, these ghetto [C7]stɾeets
And everyday they gotta fight to [C7]stay alive
It's just ɾeality
Just some ghetto [C7]boys
Living in these ghetto [C7]stɾeets, these ghetto [C7]stɾeets
And everyday they gotta fight to [C7]stay alive
It's just ɾeality
