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Calboy - Ghetto America (Audio) ft. Yo Gotti, Lil Durk
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Calboy
Calboy
Vocals
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Woods
Calvin Woods
Songwriter
Nicolas J. Scott
Nicolas J. Scott
Songwriter
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicolas J. Scott
Nicolas J. Scott
Producer
Kashbeats
Kashbeats
Mixing Engineer
Kyle Resto
Kyle Resto
Recording Engineer
ZillaSuper
ZillaSuper
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah, oh Ah-ah, oh Ayy, yeah Hey, hey I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Young king, you just gotta stay focused On the grind, gotta get it, ain't no feelin' hopeless I done been through what you been through, why you moping? Had to take that risk and put my wrist in motion I was young and reckless, I know that I'm older Stayed out late, so I came home with moms and Pepsi Cola Stayed out late 'cause I was working, whipping up the cola And I pray 'cause I got angels watching over shoulders Baby, what's the hold up? I can't go for hold up I can't trust too many bitches, they got plenty motors You niggas was penny pinching, they won't say they stole none' I came from the city, ain't no pity, cross you over Death before dishonor, that's just how I live I don't mean no harm, but for my brothers, I'll kill Got it from the bottom, grinded up for real Remember we was starving, grinding for the meals I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) See, my cousin, he got laced, he bought weed without the seal And I'm steady losing my mind Don't know if it's the demons or the pills I was in the county jail when Sosa 'nem had signed a deal I'ma self-defend myself like it was an accident I killed See, my brother Will on trial, boy, niggas left him hanging They ain't even go to trial for him, his homie wrote a statement If I ain't never signed to Def Jam, I told Gotti I'll sign to him Shout out to the city, they gon' envy like I'm Calboy I don't know what you heard about me Don't believe the media, nigga You know you should be worried 'bout me Police snatched me up But they know they ain't get a word out me Pillow talkin' to these hoes, why you ask a girl 'bout me? Mmh Yeah, you got some nerves about it You comin' 'round to take some pics and get some syrup out me Neighborhood hero I done lost an oldhead who died over CeeLo And my life a VEVO, yeah I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally (Yeah) Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty (Yeah) Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually (Rrr) On the block, them guys won't tolerate no foolery (For real) Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Real, look, look) I just lost one of my dogs (Damn) They post it on a blog (For real?) The case still open, social media the laws (Them niggas trippin') I was re-in' up when these niggas was doin' fraud (Yeah) Niggas scammin', I was gramming Giving packs to my dawgs (Facts) Check my history, nigga I don't do battle rappin' (At all) I'm like a hundred mil' up when I get tired of rappin' (I'm tall) All time high, you should be tired of capping When you put in some work I don't wanna know what happened (Shh) I'm really from the trenches, pull the Lam' in it (Skrrt) Nigga, you ain't from that hood, you ain't sold a gram in it (Hah) Your grandma live there, so you probably came and visit Auntie never let you leave the house That's a big difference (We ain't the same, homie) Niggas claiming shit that they won't die for (How?) If you so real like you say, then what you lying for? (How?) Never treat your main bitch worse than your side ho (Never) And I can see a snake with a blindfold I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Yeah Ayy, look, Calboy I might pull up in the Chi', nigga With them Rolls trucks back to back, you hear me? Yeah And jumping in with them drakes Nigga, look how we moving Yeah, we rich gangsters, nigga, facts We gon' slide at 'em raw, rented that shit, nigga Wreck it, jump out, leave it there Yeah, that's how we movin' On that rich gangster shit, nigga You know what I mean? Hah Frrt, beep
Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Durk Banks, Mario Mims, Calvin Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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