Little ghetto boy

In the ghetto streets

Yeah

Whatcha gonna do when you grow up

That's right

We never even planned to be here this long man

You gotta face responsibility

I know I didn't

Look at me now

[Verse 1: Sevin]

Yeah Yeah

God as my witness

I never thought I'd live this long

Hang with the blame game

But somebody did us wrong

I sip a fifth and reminisce about

Being kids but wasn't kidding when we said we'd slit our wrists

If it would get us on

A whip dipped in chrome

Slippers and bigger home sickenin'

When being poverty stricken's all that niggas know

Yeah

I had a dream of gettin butta

Now I'm sleeping in the gutta

With no eats up in the cupboard

My young life wasted in the fast lane

Had fun making cash rain

Until the task came

Used to be danger

Had to leave behind that last name

These days I'm trying to clear my mind

Glass brain

It breaks my heart to see my young niggas press they luck

And knowing at the end of the day they gon' be left with nothing

But they watch videos with fancy cars and pretty hoes

But life in prison or a casket's how it really goes

[Chorus]

Little ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

Whatcha, whatcha whatcha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility

[Verse 2: Sevin]

Yeah Yeah Yeah

This noodle right

I need a brew to make it thorough the night

Shooting kites

Got more homies doing life than doing right

We keep the Ruger tight

View life through a shooter's sight

Instead of moving white

I choose to spew the truth right through the mic

But this music hype is nothing but a masquerade

The cash I made don't kill the pain I feel

My brother passed away (Rest In Peace nigga)

This fatal life's regarded to a massive grave

I gave my life to God

I am the master's slave

Yeah

I squat the under bucket through the turf

On my futile search for beauty

Maybe my view is cursed

I understand my niggas eatin' so they hustle grams

But I hate see 'em risk they freedom for a couple grand

I'm trying to construct a plan

But niggas ain't work breadie

These streets'll lead you to a early grave

The dirt's ready

I'm a leader

And that shirt's heavy

Follow me

Let's chase Christ

We don't wanna go where dollars lead

[Chorus]

Little ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

Whatcha, whatcha whatcha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility

Ghetto boy Fatigue Wallace

It's the boy Fatigue

Sevin HOGMOB

Let's get it

LEGGO

[Verse 3: Fatigue Wallace]

I'm from the hood bruh

Grow up without my paps

Then I lost my mom

My nightmares on snap

But I'm still gettin guap

Cuz they know what I'm bout

I stay praying to the lord for a different route

I was a ghetto boy

Born up in these ghetto streets

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Woke up to my momma kissing on another man

I thought that was my dad

I was a kid

I didn't understand

But now I'm grown now

I want my own nah

I love the Lord

But I'm known to tilt that chrome nah

Most of em fake

Some of em real

That's why I rock with my fam

Cuz I know the deal

My big bro Sev he be really rocking doe

Disrespect him bruh

We get to Wocka Flockin though

He a Christian

I'm a baptist

Same thang

He from the bay I'm from the hood

Bruh it's the same gang

[Chorus]

Little ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

Whatcha, whatcha whatcha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility