The Ghetto Video (MV)

Okay the type of shit I'm kicking
Woulda thought I was a black belt
Music is the motivation
Peep the story I tell
I grew up as a shorty
Hoodie wreaking from the pot Smell
Back before we had to keep a gun
We had to box well
I could give a f*ck bout who
They voting for the president
Tryna keep this shit alive
Make these niggas rap again
City full of homicide
You can feel the pressure when
You step a foot up on this side
You can see the evidence
Came up from the sediments
Tryna throw dirt on my name
But yo sentiments
Won't keep me from the change
It's no limit like I'm P Miller
I keep telling these niggas
I'm on a spree, killing
Anything I see
Feel me?
I'm on the beat like Wayne
You hear the beat building
Tell em the end send the contract Or
Ima just keep billing
I got the groove back feeling like RZA, Wu tang chambers
Keep a bad bitch grabbin her Ankles
Make her ass turn around like them tables
Feel like Trey when I'm in it
That pussy got a nigga waking The neighbors
Before I go to sleep I pray to god
That he save us
Ain't safe in the city it's dangerous
A nigga used to pray it rained
But the youngins doing dirt when It's raining
F&N on his hip he tryna make him a name
Face shot hitting ya brain
No identity nameless but
Don't be ashamed
It's apart of what made us
The poverty
Everybody tryna eat
When niggas stepping
On yo feet
It's no apologies
I gotta put my phone on DND And silent
Got me stuck inside my mind I'm
Hoping don't nobody bother me
That's real shit
The poverty
I been silently
Dealing with depression
I been Secretly coping with the losses And the lessons
Frequently I call on the lord
To get a message
Pussy niggas calling up the law
To get protection
Ima give my all
To this I cannot
Waste a second on a nigga
Who be tryna change the world
In one record
Everyday you add another block
Like Tetris
Rip Amirah
Still got you on my necklace
You would proud if you was here
I can bet it on my life
Only get one shot
It's no seconds
Tryna feed the positivity
And kill the negative but
The past due bills got
Mom dukes stressing
So really I would kill
For family ima real one
But I can't sell my soul
To get the deal done
Niggas get a little control
And let it go to they head
And call it reaching their goals
I guess that's how it go
In The ghetto like Donny Hathaway song
Was taught to look out for others
But always make it back home &
We
Gotta keep a burner
Close like stove tops
Fronting ya move
Now you French toast
Then I hop
Up in the vehicle
And do 100 on 95
I high drive
If you believe in
Buddha jesus or allah
Then you should thank them
That you alive
My eyes wide I'm
Still Traumatized from the Goddamn poverty