Everybody hear the screams of a Ghetto Child
But ain't nobody come to save em cuz he running wild
The system got my own kind trying to bury me
I'm bustafree i can't let em get the best of me
I'ma do what I do tell them haters they can sleep tight
Even when I'm doing wrong I'ma do it right
Niggas hustle to survive just catch life
I can see it in ya eyes you ain't that type
If you selfish how tf we gone shine
And if every nigga stepping that's a lot of niggas dying
Looking for protection but committing all the crimes
It's up to you to hear the message it's yo soul on the line
I'm just a product of America in a rat race
I been turned vegan still crabs on my plate
Praying on my downfall I meditate with a K
Forgive me lawd cuz I'm shooting through them gates
Cuz I gotta get in I'm standing on business and I ain't gone bend
Many went against me when I was still all in
And I put that on the 4 nigga
I'ma the one that stood up to let em know nigga
Mama want me home 4 da
Street lites come on
Before the pistols get the up pen
And the smoke get thick
Hey
They trapping in the late night
Heavy traffic steady coming
You got pussy in the corner
Try to hate
You gotta see there
Better way
A better way just peep
They mental
State
Your homie ain't your homie
Your friends ain't your friends
Get your shit together
You can make in thy end
Hey
Young nigga let me talk to ya
The game sold not told but i brought it to ya
Open ya ears and eyes i get saucy wit ya
See this shit is like a robbery
You play the game wrong you better off playing the lottery
Yeah
I keep it on me
And im on go but ima try and find a better way before i let It blow
Face clean move like a king demand my respect
All the bullshit aside i only move for check
Got too much shit to lose
I got mouths to feed
I move accordingly
Won't trick me off there streets
I use to want it fast run up in it then we dash out but now its bout my kids and i refuse to be a crash out
Slide for the set you on go when it go down
But no bond money or lawyer fee for the showdown Youngin pay attention They glorify the shits but that time they ain't mention
Mama want me home
Mama want me
WickGod - UNDER THE STREET LITE (feat. LJ DA SINGER & TD RAWBLOCK) Lyrics
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Everybody hear the screams of a Ghetto Child
But ain't nobody come to save em cuz he running wild
The system got my own kind trying to bury me
I'm bustafree i can't let em get the best of me
I'ma do what I do tell them haters they can sleep tight
Even when I'm doing wrong I'ma do it right
Niggas hustle to survive just catch life
I can see it in ya eyes you ain't that type
If you selfish how tf we gone shine
And if every nigga stepping that's a lot of niggas dying
Looking for protection but committing all the crimes
It's up to you to hear the message it's yo soul on the line
I'm just a product of America in a rat race
I been turned vegan still crabs on my plate
Praying on my downfall I meditate with a K
Forgive me lawd cuz I'm shooting through them gates
Cuz I gotta get in I'm standing on business and I ain't gone bend
Many went against me when I was still all in
And I put that on the 4 nigga
I'ma the one that stood up to let em know nigga
Mama want me home 4 da
Street lites come on
Before the pistols get the up pen
And the smoke get thick
Hey
They trapping in the late night
Heavy traffic steady coming
You got pussy in the corner
Try to hate
You gotta see there
Better way
A better way just peep
They mental
State
Your homie ain't your homie
Your friends ain't your friends
Get your shit together
You can make in thy end
Hey
Young nigga let me talk to ya
The game sold not told but i brought it to ya
Open ya ears and eyes i get saucy wit ya
See this shit is like a robbery
You play the game wrong you better off playing the lottery
Yeah
I keep it on me
And im on go but ima try and find a better way before i let It blow
Face clean move like a king demand my respect
All the bullshit aside i only move for check
Got too much shit to lose
I got mouths to feed
I move accordingly
Won't trick me off there streets
I use to want it fast run up in it then we dash out but now its bout my kids and i refuse to be a crash out
Slide for the set you on go when it go down
But no bond money or lawyer fee for the showdown Youngin pay attention They glorify the shits but that time they ain't mention
Mama want me home
Mama want me
But ain't nobody come to save em cuz he running wild
The system got my own kind trying to bury me
I'm bustafree i can't let em get the best of me
I'ma do what I do tell them haters they can sleep tight
Even when I'm doing wrong I'ma do it right
Niggas hustle to survive just catch life
I can see it in ya eyes you ain't that type
If you selfish how tf we gone shine
And if every nigga stepping that's a lot of niggas dying
Looking for protection but committing all the crimes
It's up to you to hear the message it's yo soul on the line
I'm just a product of America in a rat race
I been turned vegan still crabs on my plate
Praying on my downfall I meditate with a K
Forgive me lawd cuz I'm shooting through them gates
Cuz I gotta get in I'm standing on business and I ain't gone bend
Many went against me when I was still all in
And I put that on the 4 nigga
I'ma the one that stood up to let em know nigga
Mama want me home 4 da
Street lites come on
Before the pistols get the up pen
And the smoke get thick
Hey
They trapping in the late night
Heavy traffic steady coming
You got pussy in the corner
Try to hate
You gotta see there
Better way
A better way just peep
They mental
State
Your homie ain't your homie
Your friends ain't your friends
Get your shit together
You can make in thy end
Hey
Young nigga let me talk to ya
The game sold not told but i brought it to ya
Open ya ears and eyes i get saucy wit ya
See this shit is like a robbery
You play the game wrong you better off playing the lottery
Yeah
I keep it on me
And im on go but ima try and find a better way before i let It blow
Face clean move like a king demand my respect
All the bullshit aside i only move for check
Got too much shit to lose
I got mouths to feed
I move accordingly
Won't trick me off there streets
I use to want it fast run up in it then we dash out but now its bout my kids and i refuse to be a crash out
Slide for the set you on go when it go down
But no bond money or lawyer fee for the showdown Youngin pay attention They glorify the shits but that time they ain't mention
Mama want me home
Mama want me
Writer: Tadarin Williams, Michael Newell, Larry Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: WickGod
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Tadarin Williams, Michael Newell, Larry Jackson