(808 Jayy got that fire)
It's Ghetto

You down bad, I know it hurt, your situation could be worse
We had to grind from out the mud, this shit here came from out the dirt
We ain't have a lot, but we took what we had and made it work
We gon' get rich or get indicted trying, you scared? Then go to church
You tryna grind it up, let's talk about it
Tryna change your situation, shit, let's talk about it (yeah)
Bitch complainin' while you hustlin'? Shit, let's talk about it
We get it done and we don't never, ever talk about it, yeah

One time for the hustlers, two times for my peoples down the way
Put my life up on the line, I'm prayin' three times a day (oh Lord)
Started from the bottom, bitch, now I got bank, I feel like Chase
You ain't no baller, you just talk about the ballers, you like Ma$e
Call me Deon Wilder, I'm still gettin' paper till this day
She gon' call me when she in a bind, I'm pullin' up like Nate
Bulletproof the Escalade, you can't never be too safe
Buy a pint, then buy another one, ain't never too much drank
A bitch'll tell you that she love you, sit right in your face and lie
I play stupid, fuck em', block they number and make 'em wonder why
How the fuck you know that you ain't gon' never make it unless you try?
You wake up and chase this shit or you just wake up gettin' high?
Me, I wake up, get some head, I take a shower and get fly (what else?)
Way too many options, six or seven cars that I can drive
Make a hunnid, make it fifty, make a dub and multiply
Hit up Gary with the quickness, chain gon' bust they fuckin' eyes
Buy the Rover, call Xzibit, time to pimp my fuckin' ride
I keep sippin' on this codeine, I'm sleepin' on the job
You heard the rumor, dawg, what's up? I'm here to tell you that's a lie
You heard that you can fuck with me, I'm here to tell you you cannot

You down bad, I know it hurt, your situation could be worse
We had to grind from out the mud, this shit here came from out the dirt
We ain't have a lot, but we took what we had and made it work
We gon' get rich or get indicted tryin', you scared? Then go to church
You tryna grind it up, let's talk about it
Tryna change your situation, shit, let's talk about it
Bitch complainin' while you hustlin'? Shit, let's talk about it
We get it done and we don't never, ever talk about it, yeah

Three-sixty-five, grindin' for it non-stop (three-sixty-five)
Put a bitch in time-out, made her cry her eyes out
I'm at Zeidman's for a time piece, you at the pawn shop (mm-hmm)
Even when I sign up, I still live a mob life (mob)
Cactus Jack Brown G-Wagon, snatched it after tour (yeah)
Pay a rap nigga for a drop, we got packs galore
You can C-O-D and leave the addy, they be at your door
You can ask your folks, boy, I'm stamped like packaged dope
Verified a check for real, two cars alone, a half a mill
Traffickin' like Bobby Seale, in the truck with double M's (yeah)
Thumbin', I done cut my hand, I'm a human money counter
Forgies on the B collectin' dust, don't give a fuck about it
Don't ask me 'bout that bitch 'cause when she leave, I don't think nothin' 'bout it
Fuck yo' rent, my cup a thousand, I done sipped a couple houses
Ninety-nine things I'm worried 'bout, but it ain't money problems
Sometimes I just let the backend stack and let my daughter count it
I'm blessed and highly favored, no complainin'
I know what this shit came with, I ain't changin'
I ain't changin', nigga
Let's talk 'bout how I was raised, that shit made me
I was told to get the money, fuck bein' famous

You down bad, I know it hurt, your situation could be worse
We had to grind from out the mud, this shit here came from out the dirt
We ain't have a lot, but we took what we had and made it work
We gon' get rich or get indicted tryin', you scared? Then go to church
You tryna grind it up, let's talk about it
Tryna change your situation, shit, let's talk about it
Bitch complainin' while you hustlin'? Shit, let's talk about it
We get it done and we don't never, ever talk about it, yeah