Letra
Cutta, we rich
I'm the gift of the ghetto
I'm the chosen one
Shout out everybody that believed in me, fuck you if you didn’t, no cap
He got no choice but to belive in this shit now
We gon' be bigger than big, bitch
I stayed down, waited on my turn, ran it up at the right time
Came out a dark spot, had to work hard, now look how the light shine
Designer shoes look like I skateboard, Tony Hawk, boy, I be on my grind
I be hustling, babe, I can't FaceTime, when it comes to the money I make mine
I gotta get paid, tryna get out of them streets but I'm stuck in my ways
I don't think I'ma change, I'm tryna get cake, I ain't tryna get laid
Feds watching my page, I wish they’d free all my bros out that cage
I'm finna go put on my cape, I'm the neighborhood hero, I'm saving the day
Spent a dub on my wrist, I'ma hold up my trophy
I ain't selfish, you know I'ma put on my brodies
We gon' win together, I'm Shaq and he Kobe
Thank god that we turned them cuffs to Rollies
We still pour them fours in sodas
We came up sleeping on sofas
My life wasn’t in bad, you turn on the light, the kitchen was scattered with roaches
But I made it better by grinding and going, don’t stop, you gotta keep going
All these bitches be lying, I'm already knowing, don’t tell me I'm already knowing
You ain't even gotta ask when you know that I'm blowing
It comes to it, you know that I'm blowing
Thirty on me, I know that it’s showing, you can't take it from me, I ain't going
The gift of the ghetto, I gotta stay focused
I'm big on the low but I gotta stay humble
They say I'm the one, they be calling me chosen
Worked my ass off, I gotta get out the jungle
It’s the first of the year, bet I'm turnt by the summer
Ran with older ****, always was the youngest
They always told me that I had a hustle
Gotta give a shout out to my mom
I stayed down, waited on my turn, ran it up at the right time
Came out a dark spot, had to work hard, now look how the light shine
Designer shoes look like I skateboard, Tony Hawk, boy, I be on my grind
I be hustling, babe, I can't FaceTime, when it comes to the money I make mine
I gotta get paid, tryna get out of them streets but I'm stuck in my ways
I don't think I'ma change, I'm tryna get cake, I ain't tryna get laid
Feds watching my page, I wish they’d free all my bros out that cage
I'm finna go put on my cape, I'm the neighborhood hero, I'm saving the day
I'm saving the day
And I play with them Dracs
When I hold up my wrist
This shit shine in my face
I remember them hard days when we ain't have much
We shoot dice with them Js
They was popping it on me, now the tables have turned
Now they don’t like how it taste
I told the lil' bitch to just stay in her place
I popped me an Addy, I'm up for fucking days
In a couple of years, they’ll be riding my wave
These chains on my neck kinda feel like a slave
I get that paper, don’t care how it happened, just know that I got to get paid
I know that they hating, long as I'm getting cake
I don’t give a fuck what they think
Whoa, and free my **** trapped them walls
I been working, don’t got time to call
In high school, I ain't go to class, I was in them stalls
Shooting dice up inside them stalls
Plug ran from me, I had robbed them all
It’s the first quarter, guess it’s time to ball
No kizzy
I stayed down, waited on my turn, ran it up at the right time
Came out a dark spot, had to work hard, now look how the light shine
Designer shoes look like I skateboard, Tony Hawk, boy, I be on my grind
I be hustling, babe, I can't FaceTime, when it comes to the money I make mine
I gotta get paid, tryna get out of them streets but I'm stuck in my ways
I don't think I'ma change, I'm tryna get cake, I ain't tryna get laid
Feds watching my page, I wish they’d free all my bros out that cage
I'm finna go put on my cape, I'm the neighborhood hero, I'm saving the day
Written by: Darius Thornton, Edgar Ruiz, Henry Lotas-Sherratt