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My Ghetto Video (MV)




Performed By: DiViNé Thá Vinci
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Devin Hayes




DiViNé Thá Vinci - My Ghetto Lyrics




This goes out to all the single mothers and fathers that don't know if that kid is really there
For all the people selling narcotics and trying to put food on the table
For all those people trying to put the cable on the TV
No matter where you go, you can't get a 9 to 5

So you started selling narcotics over the night
Said you don't believe in that, but you believe in karma
So why don't you cut your back saying yeah, you the baby father
You looking in the mirror saying damn, how could I project

How could I become an image that I never met
You start to regret every movement that you f*cking make
And you can't even eat cause there's no food on your plate
So do you pray this cycle be the father that you never had

Know what it's like not having one of those
Know what it's like not having one role model
Inside my, inside my, inside my ghetto
There seems to be a lot of shadows we can follow

I got some friends that sell to drugs so they can settle
There's kids raising kids inside my little ghetto
Seems like nothing has changed inside my ghetto
Seems like more good that leave the hood and it a shame

Youngest dying everyday without a name
Got a couple friends living double lives
I got a couple friends want , two, or three wives
I got a couple friends trying to get a good grade

But if that shit fails, they gon' sell some good grades
I got a couple female friends that chose the OF life style
Cause they wanna be a model
Hurt deep inside cause they damaging Individuals

Got a couple homies shot down Deagles
Got a couple people that survived like a miracle
That's how life be inside a mothaf*ckin' damn ghetto
You've seen a repeat cycle cause the ghetto

You get the herbs and the birds from the ghetto
Shit's never gonna change in the ghetto
Cause we let this shit get comfortable
For the homies throwing up, that indigo

For the homies throwing up, that Roja
So how many friends do we got? Can we go and count em
From all the ODs, from all the cop shots
So how many do we got? Don't even worry

It same ghetto, so I already know
Inside my ghetto
There seems to be a lot of shadows we can follow
I got some friends that sell the drugs so they can settle

There's kids raising kids inside my little ghetto
Seems like nothing has changed inside my ghetto
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This goes out to all the single mothers and fathers that don't know if that kid is really there
For all the people selling narcotics and trying to put food on the table
For all those people trying to put the cable on the TV
No matter where you go, you can't get a 9 to 5

So you started selling narcotics over the night
Said you don't believe in that, but you believe in karma
So why don't you cut your back saying yeah, you the baby father
You looking in the mirror saying damn, how could I project

How could I become an image that I never met
You start to regret every movement that you f*cking make
And you can't even eat cause there's no food on your plate
So do you pray this cycle be the father that you never had

Know what it's like not having one of those
Know what it's like not having one role model
Inside my, inside my, inside my ghetto
There seems to be a lot of shadows we can follow

I got some friends that sell to drugs so they can settle
There's kids raising kids inside my little ghetto
Seems like nothing has changed inside my ghetto
Seems like more good that leave the hood and it a shame

Youngest dying everyday without a name
Got a couple friends living double lives
I got a couple friends want , two, or three wives
I got a couple friends trying to get a good grade

But if that shit fails, they gon' sell some good grades
I got a couple female friends that chose the OF life style
Cause they wanna be a model
Hurt deep inside cause they damaging Individuals

Got a couple homies shot down Deagles
Got a couple people that survived like a miracle
That's how life be inside a mothaf*ckin' damn ghetto
You've seen a repeat cycle cause the ghetto

You get the herbs and the birds from the ghetto
Shit's never gonna change in the ghetto
Cause we let this shit get comfortable
For the homies throwing up, that indigo

For the homies throwing up, that Roja
So how many friends do we got? Can we go and count em
From all the ODs, from all the cop shots
So how many do we got? Don't even worry

It same ghetto, so I already know
Inside my ghetto
There seems to be a lot of shadows we can follow
I got some friends that sell the drugs so they can settle

There's kids raising kids inside my little ghetto
Seems like nothing has changed inside my ghetto
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Writer: Devin Hayes
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