UZI, The Jacka - I'ma Ghetto Star lyrics

I'm 21, and I still ain't been to Disneyland
Was out, and left soldiers dizzy man
Remember me, Young Uz
That Deadly Weapon dude
Gotta' weapon, bet I blam at chu'
And if it ain't loot
Then mayne' don't holla' bout' it
Punk bitches, brought it with bread
I holla bout' it
106 dare me, I only fuck with family
Keep my chest high, and RIP dev G
Dope in the do'
My heart right there with you folks
Livin' life as a ghetto star
Skip witchu' tho'
Sticky dame, catch bullets quick so
Ain't nobody livin' like this
Ghetto Stars and the Mob Figs
I got my gun out, out the world
For all my hard kids, 20 spark kids
Fell down, and got up before mom's did
No fake feelin' it
So tell me how real is this
Get blazed in the streets
I'm rappin' from the pain, scar deep
And niggas funny to me
If you ain't scar deep, feel me?

I'm pushin' down the ave' with my homeboy Uz
Laid back like Max, metal into the groove
The trealest rappers alive mayne'
I know we can't lose
Bout' time these rappers survive mayne'
We really payin' dues
We really send dimes, attempt violent crimes
Write it down, when I rhyme
Write a rhyme when I'm down
Behind bars, with my nigs'
Writin' bars of this snit
For the Stars, for the Figs
For my mom, for my kids
Smoke a lot of weed, but I never eat pig
Seein' soldier through
On everything I do Allah
Inshallah, I got crack I got hop
I know I should stop
But my sight is too block


I'ma get off with a thug, and movin' rings
Backwood full of green
Watch how they yak when the big
Wheel pull up in the scene then we jump out
Figaz and Stars
Nigga's know what we all bout'
187 like the '80s, dope like nigga
Yeah, I Mac like Dre
Do in a Caddilac, scrape in the front
Yeah that's mob, is you feelin' that
You can hate if you want
Sharp nigga like King Freako
Keep the heat so watch out for my people
Straight up gettin' blazed
I'ma captain like crunch
You know these missiles fo' lunch
Any nigga like Uzi, I'ma eat em' fo' lunch
Cuz' it's soft like

And no I do not f' around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that I left around
You a really get clapped with the 10 round
We been deep, we been killa's you been deep
You nigga's ain't got no business
With the problem solvers
A witness neva' live
Or even say that he saw us
Don't eva' try to pause, out to the boy bitch
Hit ya' block sideways, cuz' the toy slipped
Getcha' fam, getcha nigs
We don't give a shit you from the bay
You say that you the realest shit
You been shit befo' I hit
You with an illa' clip mothafucka'