Trae Tha Truth, Shyna - Ghetto Pain lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Shyna - Ghetto Pain lyrics]
This one here for the ghetto
A nigga ain't forgot about y'all
Everybody don't see shit the way we
See it Knah i'm sayin
Shit they don't even feel it the way we do
That's why they don't respect it like that
But I'm here to let them know
It's real in the field
I'm from the section of the hood
Where all the ghetto is pain
And half the block don't even sleep
Cause they gon' pull a shurrane
Most of the shit remain the same
And it ain't never gon' change
Tryna get it the way you know and
Keep the feds out of range
Alot of shit ends up the
Worse behind multiple reasons
Thought it was hell but know I
Feel like this is the season
So I bang the whole block today
Non stop today
But I'm in all black strapped
Like the swat today you never know-so I know
I'm watchin everything close
Paranoia got me countless
Droppin anything close
I don't even know the reason shit
Happen the way it do
If your ghetto the same as mine
I know you feelin like I do maybe get it
The way I get it-when watchin ya homies die
And it ain't nothin you can do but
Just talk to e'm while you cry
And ask why he had to leave
And move into another place
Then you stop and think about it cause he
In a better place and it's fucked up!
Everyday that I see-I pray to
God that I breathe everywhere I go
My ghetto is-my ghetto is pain
Everyday that I try-I pray to God to get by
Everywhere I go
My ghetto is-my ghetto is pain
I was always taught to watch my
Surroundings when up on the block
Glock cocked when I played the field
While niggas pitchin e'm rocks
Cops posted up in the jail house
Waitin for e'm to strike
But these bitches gon' have
To catch us tonight
My lil'homie 'round the corner just
Got caught up for ten
The bad part is if he get free
He'll be at it again
I always told myself that if I made it
In rap I'd come back for the hood
But I forgot these niggas up to no good
How the fuck I'm a help somebody
Who ain't helpin they self
And at the same time wanna do you
When they think you got wealth
Lord knows we up in the ghetto
For most of our life
But I played it smart and got on my
Hustle for the rest of my life
And I don't need to shine so
I take my time like snails
Cause ain't no feature finna be rappin
From jail if you can't tell
I'm straight out of the section where
Ya partners will get ya
But would rather put this in the air
You better hope they don't hit ya-in the
Street life
A nigga ain't forgot about y'all
Everybody don't see shit the way we
See it Knah i'm sayin
Shit they don't even feel it the way we do
That's why they don't respect it like that
But I'm here to let them know
It's real in the field
I'm from the section of the hood
Where all the ghetto is pain
And half the block don't even sleep
Cause they gon' pull a shurrane
Most of the shit remain the same
And it ain't never gon' change
Tryna get it the way you know and
Keep the feds out of range
Alot of shit ends up the
Worse behind multiple reasons
Thought it was hell but know I
Feel like this is the season
So I bang the whole block today
Non stop today
But I'm in all black strapped
Like the swat today you never know-so I know
I'm watchin everything close
Paranoia got me countless
Droppin anything close
I don't even know the reason shit
Happen the way it do
If your ghetto the same as mine
I know you feelin like I do maybe get it
The way I get it-when watchin ya homies die
And it ain't nothin you can do but
Just talk to e'm while you cry
And ask why he had to leave
And move into another place
Then you stop and think about it cause he
In a better place and it's fucked up!
Everyday that I see-I pray to
God that I breathe everywhere I go
My ghetto is-my ghetto is pain
Everyday that I try-I pray to God to get by
Everywhere I go
My ghetto is-my ghetto is pain
I was always taught to watch my
Surroundings when up on the block
Glock cocked when I played the field
While niggas pitchin e'm rocks
Cops posted up in the jail house
Waitin for e'm to strike
But these bitches gon' have
To catch us tonight
My lil'homie 'round the corner just
Got caught up for ten
The bad part is if he get free
He'll be at it again
I always told myself that if I made it
In rap I'd come back for the hood
But I forgot these niggas up to no good
How the fuck I'm a help somebody
Who ain't helpin they self
And at the same time wanna do you
When they think you got wealth
Lord knows we up in the ghetto
For most of our life
But I played it smart and got on my
Hustle for the rest of my life
And I don't need to shine so
I take my time like snails
Cause ain't no feature finna be rappin
From jail if you can't tell
I'm straight out of the section where
Ya partners will get ya
But would rather put this in the air
You better hope they don't hit ya-in the
Street life