Ghetto

[Intro] (Maker Music) [Verse 1: Rimzee] With this box, I'm like Dillan (Word) I'm Mike with the Piegan (Go on) Bullets they were pinging (No) We surviving not living (Uh) Step with two hammers, shoot them on camera My dinners better than Deluxe Manor (Uh) Need a Nardo grey Cullinan Nine fifty a onion Running through them hoes we don't cuff them (Never) When it wern't cool G I was strapped up with the toolie When outside was frying like Morley's 'Member when I try get man in the car no airplay (Never) Phone on aeroplane, slapped my ting bare face Plug on the phone like aux If they beefing with my nigga, then they beefing us all Gun big like Notorious (Uh) Pole in my hand like a walking stick Them niggas ain't real, just the jewellery is (Jewellery) I got stories untold Ever brought man on works and they froze? Where I'm from niggas die before there old [Chorus: RAY BLK] What's a fire a to a flame? Let it burn I speak gasoline, I got heat I'm coming from the ghetto It's nothing to me, came up in the street What's a car to a plane? I'm a soul Betted on me, gon' see I'm coming from the ghetto It's nothing to me, came up in the streets, dawg [Verse 2: Meekz] I don't usually drop rapper verses I don't think they know what mashing work is All I see is bare pussies, that's bags and purses Big C gave Rimzee the certy Before I knew him, I heard him I don't listen, I feel it, when I listened, I felt it When I spit, this shit's forever like I wrote it with felt tips You ain't never bagged a Brizzy and felt sick Crop yard and it's giving me rashes I put heat on the street like I'm giving them mashes Play a beat let me turn it to ashes No more blue mattress, me and Rimzee locked in like two Rastas Shooting niggas in my sleep, I got clap 'em dreams Got these bag of sweets, Manny Meekz, man can't chat to me Stack my Ps, made my first M off the streets, and I'ma do this shit again on repeat I guessed this fire made me flame up, the way I came up, came up, the way I came up [Chorus: RAY BLK] What's a fire a to a flame? Let it burn I speak gasoline, I got heat I'm coming from the ghetto It's nothing to me, came up in the street What's a car to a plane? I'm a soul Betted on me, gon' see I'm coming from the ghetto It's nothing to me, came up in the streets, dawg