I used to be the same way back
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Them say me grow up to be nuttin'
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
And have to face responsibility?
Got crept on, stepped on now they gone
Quit payin' motherfuckers with perms
Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip
Playing in the ghetto streets
Still an O.G. for life
So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans that wanna do thangs
Uhh too late, damn, down goes another nigga
'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
So make all them ends you can make
And always remain to be
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
And learning just enough to keep your sack right
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
Lil' ghetto boy
I am what I am it's only me
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
Save your money, quit payin' motherfuckers with jheri curls
Playing in the ghetto streets
For trying to jack the little homies for they grip
And have to face responsibility?
So I guess I gots the handle mine
But that's the life of a G, I guess
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'?
I guess that's what I get
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Like every single day, really doe, you know me
And have to face responsibility?
Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
What me see from the streets
Getting a rep as a young hog
Some facts made our made now you wanna run and play
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
It ain't nuttin' like the street life
I'm a dead motherfucker
Hey, I'ma tell you right now, if, if, if I have to die today
'Cause when you're broke you break, check it out
I grabed his pockets and then I heard six caps
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta clocking your grip
And now me life as you can see
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
Murder was the case that they gave me
Playing in the ghetto streets
But now I'm back at the pound
Lil' ghetto boy
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
I didn't understand
Me learn many things of
Songwriters: Cordozar Broadus, Tracy Curry, Earl De Rouen, Edward Howard
But it ain't no thing to me
Didn't know he had a 22
Something for the real O.G.'s to get wit
That's workin' for other people, y'all need to open your own business
Not thinking about what's really going on
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Straight sitting behind his back
That I'm making as soon as I touch the street
It's a ride if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
Look at me now what do you see
I spent four years in the county wit nuttin' but convicts around me
Lil' ghetto boy
Things done changed but it's alright
Publishers: KUUMBA MUSIC PUBLISHING CO, WB MUSIC CORP.
This is our future right here, this our future right here
You betta be strapped wit yo shank 'cuz ain't no fist fight
And you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
I'm only 18 so I'm a young buck
The outcome of what I come to be
Hung in a two man cell wit my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do?
For this little African right here to have a future
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Save your money, start your own business
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'?
Seven young G's but they serve down