Lancey Foux, Bakar, Clairo, Monkey (67) - Ghetto Yout lyrics

Nah, nah, nah, nah nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, mm (yeah, yeah)
We can fall from grace (yeah, yeah)
Nah,  nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah,  nah, nah (yeah)
Ooh-woo, ooh-woo yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

We can fall from grace (Nah, nah, nah)
We can fall above (Nah, nah, nah)
Tears run down my face (Nah, nah, nah)
Dagger in my heart (O oh)
We can fall from grace (Nah, nah, nah)
We can fall above (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Tears run down my face (Nah, nah, nah)
Dagger in my heart

Ooh, yeah (yeah) yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah (Oh) yeah (Psh, psh)
Psyke (Bop, bop, bop) whew (Woo)
Ah, woo (Bop, bop, bop) yeah yeah (Psyke)

Money can't change who I'm meant to be
My heart with a ghetto
My young boy right beside of me
Ready to redrum
We can go eye to eye and see
Who'll be the scared one? Nobody I idolise
It's only me that I'm scared of

It's only me in the ride at night
Hop in the coupe and I tear off
Thinking 'bout when it's my time
To die, could go, you know I got my bread up
Close my eyes, tryna watch my life
And I'm looking like, "Oh, it's you"
Age nineteen, what were you doing?
Two hoes in the bed, one couldn't do it
Even the day that I hopped out the womb
I knew that I couldn't abide by the rule
I clocked this shit, I don't wanna
Go school, came last in class
First class what I flew
African man and I walk with the jewels
Walk with the blood, bring your gang
Ring your crew
Ain't no man I could be scared of
Ain't no man I could be scared of
Until I look in the mirror
Ain't no one I could be scared of
Any girl, I pick a rare one
She wanna fuck 'til she give up
I know what I am, what I'm meant for
This story gonna bring tear drops
Open my eyes in the ride
I'm only scared of I, i

Money can't change who I'm meant to be
My heart with a ghetto
My young boy right beside of me
Ready to redrum
We can go eye to eye and see
Who'll be the scared one? Nobody I idolise
It's only me that I'm scared of

It's a vibe (Mhm)
Western 40's when we pull up in the ride
You better hide, little nigga, don't
Act silly, bullets fly, little nigga
My bitch ain't Bonnie
But I'm Clyde with this nine or this spinner
(Spinner) , yeah bags under my eyes
(Under my eyes)
Bags in the bank (Bags in the bank)
Bags stuffed in the shoe box
(Uh, uh) , yeah
We'll try make for tru' (yeah)
You're my bro then we're splitting this food
(Split it)
Used to rob niggas, still do (Mhm)
My advice, please, don't get rude
Feds on my back, so more time, I'm cocoon

Money can't change who I'm meant to be
My heart with a ghetto
My young boy right beside of me
Ready to redrum
We can go eye to eye and see
Who'll be the scared one? Nobody I idolise
It's only me that I'm scared of