Aasim - From The Ghetto lyrics
[Aasim - From The Ghetto lyrics]
Oh, I'd rather had been born a rich man
With a life that was so filled with joy
I would've liked to have been educated (Uh)
I would've liked for people to
Come and bring me toys
Let me tell you about it
I came direct from the ghetto
7-1-8, the Queens borough, the E train
I'm from the ghetto
Never even thought I'd see fame
Hillcrest High, D'Xplicit my street name
Master of Ceremony and dope with my beat game
Niggas imprisoned
Decisions made in an instant for me
I was lookin' to build
A billion dollar imprint
I had exotic cars and bitches on my wishlist
Uncles that hustled and taught
Me handle my business
Crack vials before the Ziploc baggies
Twelve-twelve skinnys had the
Crackheads aggie
We stole hoopties, some of us sold loosie
And now I'm in the telly like
All I know is groupies
All I know is I was born broke
And I ain't have a wicked jump shot
So I dunked my song notes
High school dropout, some call me a failure
But look at all this
Hun'ed thousand dollar paraphernalia
I'm talkin' all solid gold
Sit back, relax as my story gets told
Ran away from home, Christmas Eve in the cold
That's when I became a man at 15 years old
Moms lost control and Pops was rollin' stoned
I believe you should know
Lord, I believe you should know (Uh)
I grew up in the threw up
The place where babies is found in sewers
For funerals
We suit up for parties that niggas shoot up
Young black male, aka the screw up
Telephone wires fallen soldiers
Throw a shoe up from Skips to Pumas
No Twitter beefs or rumors the ghetto
Where too much talk could
Leave you with tumors
Pops in and out, so the crib was unstable
Guess that's why my chick be
On my dick is unfaithful
Elections all rigged
We never voted for a fuckin' thing
All we wanted was the Knicks
To get a fuckin' ring
Big brother in the sky, I'm tryna win
And I don't have regrets
So I embrace my sins
I came, direct from the ghetto
Yellow tape on the sidewalk
A couple grammies and a killin'
All the side talk
Bitch niggas hate to see you growin' fly off
Crabs in the barrel
In the past like a shadow
The hood gave me culture, stamina
And bravado that's why you on the outside
Window shoppin' for models
I got a plan for some brand new shit
My own bank, I'm developin' the blue print
Haha, uh
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoe print
This is structure
Look at what the avenue did
Flyin' private, vacations on islands
And I ain't talkin' Rikers
I got neighbors in the Caymans
Shwanky real estate crib next to Wes Craven's
Nightmare on every street
Nightmare on every beat
There's a whole lot of children down there
Lost in the ghett lost in the ghett
Lost in the ghett, in the ghetto
With a life that was so filled with joy
I would've liked to have been educated (Uh)
I would've liked for people to
Come and bring me toys
Let me tell you about it
I came direct from the ghetto
7-1-8, the Queens borough, the E train
I'm from the ghetto
Never even thought I'd see fame
Hillcrest High, D'Xplicit my street name
Master of Ceremony and dope with my beat game
Niggas imprisoned
Decisions made in an instant for me
I was lookin' to build
A billion dollar imprint
I had exotic cars and bitches on my wishlist
Uncles that hustled and taught
Me handle my business
Crack vials before the Ziploc baggies
Twelve-twelve skinnys had the
Crackheads aggie
We stole hoopties, some of us sold loosie
And now I'm in the telly like
All I know is groupies
All I know is I was born broke
And I ain't have a wicked jump shot
So I dunked my song notes
High school dropout, some call me a failure
But look at all this
Hun'ed thousand dollar paraphernalia
I'm talkin' all solid gold
Sit back, relax as my story gets told
Ran away from home, Christmas Eve in the cold
That's when I became a man at 15 years old
Moms lost control and Pops was rollin' stoned
I believe you should know
Lord, I believe you should know (Uh)
I grew up in the threw up
The place where babies is found in sewers
For funerals
We suit up for parties that niggas shoot up
Young black male, aka the screw up
Telephone wires fallen soldiers
Throw a shoe up from Skips to Pumas
No Twitter beefs or rumors the ghetto
Where too much talk could
Leave you with tumors
Pops in and out, so the crib was unstable
Guess that's why my chick be
On my dick is unfaithful
Elections all rigged
We never voted for a fuckin' thing
All we wanted was the Knicks
To get a fuckin' ring
Big brother in the sky, I'm tryna win
And I don't have regrets
So I embrace my sins
I came, direct from the ghetto
Yellow tape on the sidewalk
A couple grammies and a killin'
All the side talk
Bitch niggas hate to see you growin' fly off
Crabs in the barrel
In the past like a shadow
The hood gave me culture, stamina
And bravado that's why you on the outside
Window shoppin' for models
I got a plan for some brand new shit
My own bank, I'm developin' the blue print
Haha, uh
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoe print
This is structure
Look at what the avenue did
Flyin' private, vacations on islands
And I ain't talkin' Rikers
I got neighbors in the Caymans
Shwanky real estate crib next to Wes Craven's
Nightmare on every street
Nightmare on every beat
There's a whole lot of children down there
Lost in the ghett lost in the ghett
Lost in the ghett, in the ghetto