The Ghetto - Ghetts

I’m off when I re-collide

Breaking wide

Let me break it down, I ain’t taking a break tonight

I still gotta weigh the brown

In a police chase, I ain’t gonna break for the lights

I’m going all out

Full speed, I’ll cool down

We’re the

I’m with Unique, mixing, acing a

You can never be our fate to collide

Jakes are way behind

Not even a plate to recite

Can’t wait till I arrive

To a place that’s safe when I write

It’s just a minor setback

I’m on my grind, respect that

Life’s full of regrets

But I promise you when I’m pulling this TEC

It’s bullets in heads

I’m on some get-money-quick shit

Nothing but ski masks, when we pass

You get duppied quick

If you ain’t got a g-pass

Your head must be hit

Time waits for no man

The clock’s ticking

I’m on the block, pitching

Rock ceiling

Straight from a hot kitchen

Listen, I’m driven by every shilling

My life’s thrilling

Nice cars and nice women

I write bars when I’m chilling

And I’ll spit when I’m given the riddim

I’ve got niggas who are living in the prison

And God willing, I’ll see 'em again

For now, I’m swinging the pen

When I buss, there ain’t gonna be an attempt

It’s more like me in a Benz or me in a BM

Leave in your wife’s house at 3PM

I’ll burst your momma like TNs

I’m worth more than 3 M’s

I’m on some get-money-quick shit

Nothing but ski masks, when we pass

You get duppied quick

If you ain’t got a g-pass

Your head must be hit

Uh-huh, you know, okay

When the moons come out

The goons come out

We like when it’s dark

Nowadays, you won’t see the fight in the park

Me, I might see a knife in the heart

Of a close friend, that’s what it’s like in the dance

And it won’t end, I still got beef on my own ends

My man know when I roll up a like a loader

I guarantee no bomb would touch a phone

Nobody would ring an alarm

I got the ting on my palm

You want beef?

Man bringing the bomb

And I won’t be swinging my arm

Right about now

I’m thinking about

Some are willing to blast

I ain’t leave with no witness

Nobody’s singing to narks

I’m in so deep, I’m swimming sharks

I’m on some get-money-quick shit

Nothing but ski masks, when we pass

You get duppied quick

If you ain’t got a g-pass

Your head must be hit