Ghetto America (feat. Zed Zilla) - Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg & EST Gee

Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah, oh Ah-ah, oh Ayy, yeah Hey, hey I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Young king, you just gotta stay focused On the grind, gotta get it, ain't no feelin' hopeless I done been through what you been through, why you moping? Had to take that risk and put my wrist in motion I was young and reckless, I know that I'm older Stayed out late, so I came home with moms and Pepsi Cola Stayed out late 'cause I was working, whipping up the cola And I pray 'cause I got angels watching over shoulders Baby, what's the hold up? I can't go for hold up I can't trust too many bitches, they got plenty motors You niggas was penny pinching, they won't say they stole none' I came from the city, ain't no pity, cross you over Death before dishonor, that's just how I live I don't mean no harm, but for my brothers, I'll kill Got it from the bottom, grinded up for real Remember we was starving, grinding for the meals I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) See, my cousin, he got laced, he bought weed without the seal And I'm steady losing my mind Don't know if it's the demons or the pills I was in the county jail when Sosa 'nem had signed a deal I'ma self-defend myself like it was an accident I killed See, my brother Will on trial, boy, niggas left him hanging They ain't even go to trial for him, his homie wrote a statement If I ain't never signed to Def Jam, I told Gotti I'll sign to him Shout out to the city, they gon' envy like I'm Calboy I don't know what you heard about me Don't believe the media, nigga You know you should be worried 'bout me Police snatched me up But they know they ain't get a word out me Pillow talkin' to these hoes, why you ask a girl 'bout me? Mmh Yeah, you got some nerves about it You comin' 'round to take some pics and get some syrup out me Neighborhood hero I done lost an oldhead who died over CeeLo And my life a VEVO, yeah I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally (Yeah) Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty (Yeah) Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually (Rrr) On the block, them guys won't tolerate no foolery (For real) Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Real, look, look) I just lost one of my dogs (Damn) They post it on a blog (For real?) The case still open, social media the laws (Them niggas trippin') I was re-in' up when these niggas was doin' fraud (Yeah) Niggas scammin', I was gramming Giving packs to my dawgs (Facts) Check my history, nigga I don't do battle rappin' (At all) I'm like a hundred mil' up when I get tired of rappin' (I'm tall) All time high, you should be tired of capping When you put in some work I don't wanna know what happened (Shh) I'm really from the trenches, pull the Lam' in it (Skrrt) Nigga, you ain't from that hood, you ain't sold a gram in it (Hah) Your grandma live there, so you probably came and visit Auntie never let you leave the house That's a big difference (We ain't the same, homie) Niggas claiming shit that they won't die for (How?) If you so real like you say, then what you lying for? (How?) Never treat your main bitch worse than your side ho (Never) And I can see a snake with a blindfold I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Yeah Ayy, look, Calboy I might pull up in the Chi', nigga With them Rolls trucks back to back, you hear me? Yeah And jumping in with them drakes Nigga, look how we moving Yeah, we rich gangsters, nigga, facts We gon' slide at 'em raw, rented that shit, nigga Wreck it, jump out, leave it there Yeah, that's how we movin' On that rich gangster shit, nigga You know what I mean? Hah Frrt, beep

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this

I got a check, check, check, beep Bitch I go ta check, check, check Bitch I got a check, check, check I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you se me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Uh, I got my check up, I need a check up Watch on me so cold, chain on me so froze Check, I got them hoes, check, designer clothes I got them bows, plus I got them o's Going hard nigga, I do too, I got shooters nigga, what bout you Valet park nigga there's my coupe Popping bottles nigga, there's my crew That pussy good, ass fat, head right, nigga that's my boo A real nigga, you ain't one, hate on me, that's what you do Uh I'm in my zone, uh, my money long Sipping on that sirock, inhaling all of the strong On my young nigga shit, rollie with the belt I'm on my rich nigga shit, Rolls Royce are better I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check I put on for my city, go strong when I kick it Got a bad girl's club, a gang of bad bitches Black down, ap, ...bp, white them, mula No damning, ...ace of spades, no cards ...that glow in the dark I got soft, I go hard, start to beating my favorite card The California my favorite car, The land ...my favorite bar I hit the club, my jays on, they out now They stood on the boss Selling dope my first job, getting money, they worst thought I'm in this bitch with my home boys Big jewelry, no bodyguard I pull up, like who this, thugged out, I do this Checking on my dollar sign, get money on my to do list, hey! I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Check, check, bitch I'm on deck Flexing, flexing, looking like a jet I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check.