Ghetto Ashes

Oowee Real life, never no fake shit So many ghetto ashes Baby girl having tears falling down her lashes Stand outside with her kid, she done seen her passing Can't even enjoy Fourth of July without guns splashing And cars crashing Young niggas with mask 'cause they ain't askin', they blastin' Ain't no whips up on they back, but people bleedin' over passion The ghetto Where niggas rather look at your pockets instead of hello Rob a bank head with shorty and lil' buddy, then call the LO This is real life On summer days, just step outside and feel them chills life Them police posted and you'll get frozen if you don't spill right These ghetto streets is full of black ice We still dippin' in the fast lane, livin' the fast life Got fast ice Five hundred thousand dollars if I punch left and then I punch right That's another two hundred G's My arm freeze like Russian trees My women sell just like Russian keys The greatest grower with a thousand P's couldn't fuck with me I'm jungle boy Captured all them white tigers out the jungle, boy Then put 'em in my own zoo on the computer just for you to enjoy I'm moving coy The way I move my shows, you'd think I grew with Roy Anything ever went against, my crew destroy Boy