Ghetto Video (MV)
Performed By: Rimzee
Featuring: Ray Blk, Meekz
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Ricardo Fuller, Rita Ekwere, Mico Howles
Rimzee - Ghetto Lyrics
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With this box I'm like Dillan
I'm Mike with the pigeon
Bullets they were pinging
We surviving not living
Uh
Step with 2 hammers, shoot them on camera
My dinners better than the Luxe Manor
Need a nardo grey Cullinan
950 a onion
Running through them hoes we don't cuff them
When it wern't cool G
I was strapped up with the toolie
When outside was frying like Morley's
Member when I try get man in the car no air play
Phone on air plane slapped my ting bare face
Plug on the phone like a aux
If they beefing with my nigga then they beefin' us all
Gun big like notorious
Pole in my hand like a walking stick
Them niggas ain't real, just the jewellery is
I got stories untold
Ever brought man on works and they froze
Where I'm from niggas die before there old
What's a fire a to a flame? Let it burn
I speak gasoline, I got heat
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the street
What's a car to a plane? I'm a soul
Bet it on me gon' see
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the streets dawg
I don't usually drop rapper verses
I don't think they know what mashing work is
All I see is bare pussies that's bags and purses
Big C gave Rimzee the certy
Before I knew him I heard him
I don't listen, I feel it, when I listened I felt it
When I spit this shit forever like I wrote it with felt tips
You ain't never bagged a Brizzy and felt sick
Crop yard and it's giving me rashes
I put heat on the street like I'm giving them mashes
Play a beat let me turn it to ashes
No more blue mattress me and Rimzee locked in like 2 Rasta's
Shooting niggas in my sleep, I got clap 'em dreams
Got these bagga sweets man a Meeks man can't chat to me
Stack my ps made my first m off the streets and I'm do this shit again on repeat
I guessed this fire made me flame up the way I came up came up the way I came up
What's a fire a to a flame? Let it burn
I speak gasoline, I got heat
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the street
What's a car to a plane I'm a soul
Bet it on me gon' see
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the streets dawg
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With this box I'm like Dillan
I'm Mike with the pigeon
Bullets they were pinging
We surviving not living
Uh
Step with 2 hammers, shoot them on camera
My dinners better than the Luxe Manor
Need a nardo grey Cullinan
950 a onion
Running through them hoes we don't cuff them
When it wern't cool G
I was strapped up with the toolie
When outside was frying like Morley's
Member when I try get man in the car no air play
Phone on air plane slapped my ting bare face
Plug on the phone like a aux
If they beefing with my nigga then they beefin' us all
Gun big like notorious
Pole in my hand like a walking stick
Them niggas ain't real, just the jewellery is
I got stories untold
Ever brought man on works and they froze
Where I'm from niggas die before there old
What's a fire a to a flame? Let it burn
I speak gasoline, I got heat
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the street
What's a car to a plane? I'm a soul
Bet it on me gon' see
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the streets dawg
I don't usually drop rapper verses
I don't think they know what mashing work is
All I see is bare pussies that's bags and purses
Big C gave Rimzee the certy
Before I knew him I heard him
I don't listen, I feel it, when I listened I felt it
When I spit this shit forever like I wrote it with felt tips
You ain't never bagged a Brizzy and felt sick
Crop yard and it's giving me rashes
I put heat on the street like I'm giving them mashes
Play a beat let me turn it to ashes
No more blue mattress me and Rimzee locked in like 2 Rasta's
Shooting niggas in my sleep, I got clap 'em dreams
Got these bagga sweets man a Meeks man can't chat to me
Stack my ps made my first m off the streets and I'm do this shit again on repeat
I guessed this fire made me flame up the way I came up came up the way I came up
What's a fire a to a flame? Let it burn
I speak gasoline, I got heat
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the street
What's a car to a plane I'm a soul
Bet it on me gon' see
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the streets dawg
I'm Mike with the pigeon
Bullets they were pinging
We surviving not living
Uh
Step with 2 hammers, shoot them on camera
My dinners better than the Luxe Manor
Need a nardo grey Cullinan
950 a onion
Running through them hoes we don't cuff them
When it wern't cool G
I was strapped up with the toolie
When outside was frying like Morley's
Member when I try get man in the car no air play
Phone on air plane slapped my ting bare face
Plug on the phone like a aux
If they beefing with my nigga then they beefin' us all
Gun big like notorious
Pole in my hand like a walking stick
Them niggas ain't real, just the jewellery is
I got stories untold
Ever brought man on works and they froze
Where I'm from niggas die before there old
What's a fire a to a flame? Let it burn
I speak gasoline, I got heat
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the street
What's a car to a plane? I'm a soul
Bet it on me gon' see
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the streets dawg
I don't usually drop rapper verses
I don't think they know what mashing work is
All I see is bare pussies that's bags and purses
Big C gave Rimzee the certy
Before I knew him I heard him
I don't listen, I feel it, when I listened I felt it
When I spit this shit forever like I wrote it with felt tips
You ain't never bagged a Brizzy and felt sick
Crop yard and it's giving me rashes
I put heat on the street like I'm giving them mashes
Play a beat let me turn it to ashes
No more blue mattress me and Rimzee locked in like 2 Rasta's
Shooting niggas in my sleep, I got clap 'em dreams
Got these bagga sweets man a Meeks man can't chat to me
Stack my ps made my first m off the streets and I'm do this shit again on repeat
I guessed this fire made me flame up the way I came up came up the way I came up
What's a fire a to a flame? Let it burn
I speak gasoline, I got heat
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the street
What's a car to a plane I'm a soul
Bet it on me gon' see
I'm coming from the ghetto
It's nothing to me, came up in the streets dawg
Writer: Ricardo Fuller, Rita Ekwere, Mico Howles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music