Trae Tha Truth, Termanology, DJ Kay Slay, Troy Ave, Trick Trick - Ghetto Survivor lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[Trae Tha Truth, Termanology, DJ Kay Slay, Troy Ave, Trick Trick - Ghetto Survivor lyrics]
I been on that tip since the day of my arival
Living was second to my survival
Pops at the front door with a rifal
Mama in the kitchen with her bibal
Another day in the ghetto
Tryna prevent from being suicidal
Clicked up with the other niggas' rivals
So on point, I took the title
After so many years time and tears
Was the only fear
Nigga I changed my life, and only did a year
Got to name my price, fucking with pioneers
See the OG's didn't play that
Tryna pay, nigga pay that
Real niggas gon respect where you lay at
Cause you didn't want them coming after you
Talking bout payback i say that
Cause niggas only do what they tought
So used to being tought to
Be stupid till we caught
Only wrong that we did was surviving
What we thought
Tryna break out the ghetto
In something foreign streets still calling
Everytime it rain, more money for the team
06 in this barol, pull back, bang bang
Murder like so what, money
I sold more birds than a KFC
Sippin on shots, sitting on blocks
Getting this gwop, shit don't stop
Still going hard with the otherfucking yay
Don't assume I don't rap cause
You heard me with Slay
I'm not with the drama
But I'm with the kingpin
Free the omies, from the pen
Imma free myself from the hood with a pen
And drive away in my drug money bought Benz
I'm so ambitious with it if I want it
I hustle and motherfucking get it
It's Troy Ave, nigga!
Running to this dead end
Whole family fuck ups
Brother doing a few life
Streets got him sucked up
MeI did the same thing, agrevated and robbing
Tryna provide for mama
To help her in case she was starving
Everyone would say I tripped out
Man I was unstable
Preacher said I could change it, enable
Homies say I'm the truth, and stick with it
Label told them that shit was cool
But I'm tryna get to this table
And eat nigga, Trae can't sleep nigga
Somebody hating
That's why I'm keeping this heat nigga
Cirtifyed champion
I be dambed if I get beat nigga
Plus the lil homie I knew
Got downed last week nigga
Nothing be guaranteed, fly
They know everyday I try
Fuck wasting my days to cry
Just do what I do the best
Watch how I keep rolling by
And can't wait till I get to rest
I'm on it, homie
I'm from the ghetto born
Came up listening to ghetto boys
We stay hustling
Cause we ain't really got a choice
My cousin just got out, he did a five piece
I pray he stay off these streets
So he can see his niece
Look around, it's cocroaches
Powdered noses tryna rock with kinda funny
Cause you can have you a pile of money
And still not get love
What he can do for the next man
Like cutting checks
Extorting your best friends
So what's the best plan?
Things change, stress at the shooting range
I ain't a punk
But I ain't ever shoot a man
Eh yo Slay you the man, cause you plan
Catch me chilling, dapping my fans
Fuck this music industry
This shit is fake as hell
None of these rappers real
Another soul to sell
Living was second to my survival
Pops at the front door with a rifal
Mama in the kitchen with her bibal
Another day in the ghetto
Tryna prevent from being suicidal
Clicked up with the other niggas' rivals
So on point, I took the title
After so many years time and tears
Was the only fear
Nigga I changed my life, and only did a year
Got to name my price, fucking with pioneers
See the OG's didn't play that
Tryna pay, nigga pay that
Real niggas gon respect where you lay at
Cause you didn't want them coming after you
Talking bout payback i say that
Cause niggas only do what they tought
So used to being tought to
Be stupid till we caught
Only wrong that we did was surviving
What we thought
Tryna break out the ghetto
In something foreign streets still calling
Everytime it rain, more money for the team
06 in this barol, pull back, bang bang
Murder like so what, money
I sold more birds than a KFC
Sippin on shots, sitting on blocks
Getting this gwop, shit don't stop
Still going hard with the otherfucking yay
Don't assume I don't rap cause
You heard me with Slay
I'm not with the drama
But I'm with the kingpin
Free the omies, from the pen
Imma free myself from the hood with a pen
And drive away in my drug money bought Benz
I'm so ambitious with it if I want it
I hustle and motherfucking get it
It's Troy Ave, nigga!
Running to this dead end
Whole family fuck ups
Brother doing a few life
Streets got him sucked up
MeI did the same thing, agrevated and robbing
Tryna provide for mama
To help her in case she was starving
Everyone would say I tripped out
Man I was unstable
Preacher said I could change it, enable
Homies say I'm the truth, and stick with it
Label told them that shit was cool
But I'm tryna get to this table
And eat nigga, Trae can't sleep nigga
Somebody hating
That's why I'm keeping this heat nigga
Cirtifyed champion
I be dambed if I get beat nigga
Plus the lil homie I knew
Got downed last week nigga
Nothing be guaranteed, fly
They know everyday I try
Fuck wasting my days to cry
Just do what I do the best
Watch how I keep rolling by
And can't wait till I get to rest
I'm on it, homie
I'm from the ghetto born
Came up listening to ghetto boys
We stay hustling
Cause we ain't really got a choice
My cousin just got out, he did a five piece
I pray he stay off these streets
So he can see his niece
Look around, it's cocroaches
Powdered noses tryna rock with kinda funny
Cause you can have you a pile of money
And still not get love
What he can do for the next man
Like cutting checks
Extorting your best friends
So what's the best plan?
Things change, stress at the shooting range
I ain't a punk
But I ain't ever shoot a man
Eh yo Slay you the man, cause you plan
Catch me chilling, dapping my fans
Fuck this music industry
This shit is fake as hell
None of these rappers real
Another soul to sell