Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin. . I know how it feel to wake up fucked up. Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell. People look at you like youse the user.
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin'. . These streets remind me of quicksand. When your on it you'll keep goin' down. And there's no one to hold on too.
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin. . I know how it feel to wake up fucked up. Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell. People look at you like youse the user.