- J. Cole Lil Ghetto Nigga 歌词
- J. Cole
- 编曲 : J. Cole
Yeah, uh Uh, yea Yea, uh Fayettenam, ***** Hahaah uh Carolina, ***** Yeah, Yea, let's bring it in Yea, this is for my *****s in the struggle Yea, this is for my *****s in the struggle Uh, uh, uh Nothing but sweat, tears Just another perspective Yeah Yo, uh Lifestyles of the young, black and genius Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus, (yea) Play where killers hung at and slung crack for leisure And tell a ***** run that get gun clap for sneakers Young *****s emulate what's coming out the speakers So everything we learn came from rappers, not teachers Cause if we can't relate, then how the hell you gonna reach us? Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers, (yea) Who am I trusting? No time to think about illegal when your stomachs touching By any means, *****, even if the gun is busting I see the world for what it is now I see the odds is looking slim for our kids now Cause, uh, it wasn't set up for my people to rise, (yea) My *****s slang, but I see the pain deep in they eyes *****s living like they don't give a **** And I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up! (live it up) The things that I've seen, (seen) The dreams that I dream, (dream) The rain in my sky The pain in my eyes But know that it gets better baby Hope that it gets better baby Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw Don't let them break you, (you) Yea, uh I look up in the sky, see that ghetto bird circling And rollers on the block, my *****s on the curb, cursing them, (****) Another day in the ville, do I stay in and chill? (no) Or go play in the field? Help my mother paying these bills, you tell me, *****! We young, black, some strapped Them whites got they lunch pack for school, we had our guns packed And all a ***** wanna do is take his momma from that But they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back You kill a ***** over beef and cheddar even better Just one less **** they won't have to arrest soon **** a crooked cop three times *****, I'm getting cake and ain't a ***** finna eat mine That's why a ***** looking like a street sign, (yea) Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time Wake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind, (why) Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my *****s still cursin em Another day in the city, my *****s say it with me, yea! The things that I've seen, (seen) The dreams that I dream, (dream) The rain in my sky The pain in my eyes But know that it gets better baby Hope that it get better baby Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw Don't let them break you, (you)
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