Out Of The Ghetto by Sheek Louch
Out Of The Ghetto lyrics
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar
I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto
Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder
Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto
Jonnie, yeah, I finally got my benjamins money back
Shades on, sitting in my coupe is jet black
Shorty I ask that, I drove with them thugs and them gunshots
My mama had no choice was surrounded by crack spots
(I love you, ma)
... these canaries and black rocks,
Drop tops flying on the alley way
Him on my ride side, black and white chain on
Africa... never giving nothing, always have to go and get it, go get it
Bandana on my face, Yankee fit it
So now you understand where I'm coming from
That's why I get back, you have to respect this, respect that
I'm down on my knees praying I tell him that
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar
I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto
Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder
Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto
Yeah, I'm a ghetto boy,.. like bush with the scar face
Speeding, you would think I'm in a car chase
... 40 out the crack window, this is no game DS Nintendo
I'm from the building where we live... car washes
I'm the topic throw your apples in your Macintosh
Where you get your feet wet at, no galoshes
They say she gonna fire, her prognosis
Am I wrong for wanting more money more choose?
Am I wrong for wanting less stress less fools?
Down on my knees, I know I ain't angel, but I'm... so let me in please
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar
I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto
Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder
Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto
Yeah, and now I throw that money at them girls in the pole
I'm nice now so they say that I'll be bribing with soul
But you don't know about the roaches crawling out of the bowl
No lunch meat just butter put on a roll
Yeah, police wanna follow in force
They say I'm going fast cause they hear their exhaust
Yeah, down on my knees, safety on my glock
I'm asking God to forgive me please
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar
I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto
Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder
Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto.
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