Bad Azz feat. Marcel Ghetto Lyrics
sponsored linksThis is for all my Low Life thug *****s yeah,
Livin' they life as a ghetto star, you know (worldwide)
You know those days when you hear the lord calling you
But you don't respond 'cuz you ballin' and your all in two
Your ghetto star lifestyles, big houses and cars
Million dollar phone calls to bad *****es and all
A ***** don't make five bucks to spend before he come up
Sippin' out this half a pint bout to light up this blunt
Just reminicin' bout past years, deaths and tears
So many fallin' peers I'd never though I'd see these years
Swallowin' my tank of beer hope the rain hide the tears
Pray to God I ain't scared, if they bust , hide and hit
And if they come fightin' **** I won't believe it cuz I'm low
I'm a child of God and keep mashin' for whats good to me
You should recognize game when it's all in your face
Would you choose to lie and die mamed so you fall on your face
But I refuse to lose so I ball in my space
Live my life straight ballin'
I hear the penitentiary callin'
Live my life straight ballin'
I hear lord Jesus callin'
Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star
I invented my own lifestyle from crumbs and dope
**** shattered dreams there's fatter things that come from hope
You heard 'em holla "keep ya head up"
I ask God to help us out
The world's caught a plague and everybody's weapons out
Shoot first, and never get to the ask questions part
When we blast testin' marks you ain't fit to live a day here
Best to keep your heat and hold your post you wanna stay here
It sure ain't worth askin' why I stay so high
You don't irritate my mind
And I ain't got time if it ain't about a dime
The fat pace, crack chase, played out with ces
It's getting rich with Low Life's and's it's put on my chest
And **** a high speed chase, gettin' laced with slugs
And stuck steppin' off a plane duct taped with drugs
I'm trying to live my life to the fullest extent
You crossed my clique noe you know what them bullets just meant
We keep it hittin' hard bangin' corners bouncin' up the boulevard
Smokin' somethin', *****s dumpin' hollerin' bout "life is hard"
Just cause we ride to live, mean somethin' gotta give
I don't care who you are, live like a ghetto star
Life is only one time, that's why we hate one-time
Tryin' to live my life, my life under the sunshine
That's why I live, when they get deep I hold my breath
And here's my only reply when he asks me 'bout death
I said, "I never could picture me dead,
Could only see my life is lavish and obviously
I can get it so I gotta have it"
And you can live your life forever scarred
But I'ma ball 'till I'm gone livin' life as a ghetto star
Bentley coups, mini mansions like Snoop
And watch full of rocks, million dollar speed boats, yachts
All the time I got. is spent on some hood ****
Pray when I see the break of day on some good ****
Hit the liquor store to get some blunts for the dope
Man if I ain't high, can't cope
God help us
You hope to hear us holler his name
He know we stuck in all this sea and chasin dollars and fame
When will it end
The pain and the pressures of life come at once
And the only remedy is some drinks mixed with blunts
The lord knows what goes on behind closed doors
And it's tewntey five to life with those ho's with gold ?bows?
Catch you at your momma's hose slippin'
Gang bangers from the game we ride when it's time for dippin'
Kill the cops, **** they law, they ain't arresting me
Life is jail without bars and ghetto star is my destiny