Xander Taylor - Ghetto Literacy Lyrics

Dog action, all fees gon' hurt
Still scared of the law, still running from the church, uh
Fake smiles all around, get burnt
Better make your move first, sleep walking to the dirt, uh
Touch cash or get you a bus pass
You can still find some ass when you walking down the ave, huh
More trash, developing so fast
Irrelevant outcast, the hustle will outlast
Lately I been spinning back, don't get f*cked up (Bitch)
They playing with my mind and money
They tryna luck up (Bitch)
Make way for my dick, I'm feelin' stuck up (huh)
A nigga real nice, but mean with applying pressure (what)
Slid with the easy bake, time to cook up
Can't wait around like fish in the water
Waiting for hookups
If you vouch for they hustle, tell'em to pull up (uh)
To politic, left the college shit to make a scholarship
Hard to joke with a nigga that's broke
I done been there before, real ones threw a rope (I did that)
Cheat code when you chill with old folk
Can't figure out life, spending money is a cope (I did that)
Lotta friends out here looking like foes for the hoes
That's cool, we gon' park them at the door huh (what it was)
F*ck a jail when a nigga pass go
Now a nigga turnt pro, but the racks still low huh (bitch)
Dog action, all fees gon' hurt
Still scared of the law, still running from the church, uh
Fake smiles all around, get burnt
Better make your move first, sleep walking to the dirt, uh
Touch cash or get you a bus pass
You can still find some ass when you walking down the ave, huh
More trash, developing so fast
Irrelevant outcast, the hustle will outlast
You ain't gotta ask around, bitch I got work
They done heard this shit from downtown
To the outskirts
I see perks in situations to stock merch
Used to burn clothes, now we see crack all on shirts (ya dig)
Ten with a buck, twenty just to double up
If I can add a O to a buck, I'm starting to run it up
Make a dub turn to a ocho, faces can reconstruct
Keep in mind, dealing with money, business
Is never luck (my biz)
Uh, shit
Truth be told, I was in it for the hoes
They was running for the gold
Niggas ran up the clock, now these cougars getting fold
Check the expiration, switch it up the bag getting old like (ya know)
Okay, stay up out the way
If you ain't got the coins, then you cannot play
Sit your ass down till you can heat your own plate
Soon enough they come around for clout to gain weight, huh
Dog action, all fees gon' hurt
Still scared of the law, still running from the church, uh
Fake smiles all around, get burnt
Better make your move first, sleep walking to the dirt, uh
Touch cash or get you a bus pass
You can still find some ass when you walking down the ave, huh
More trash, developing so fast
Irrelevant outcast, the hustle will outlast