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Yeah
My ghetto allegory
Different nigga, same story
My perception is skewed
Excuse me if I'm acting rude
Yeah
This my ghetto allegory
Claymaker on the beat
This my ghetto allegory
Different nigga, same story
My perception is skewed
Excuse me if I'm acting rude
All we know is domestic violence
Gunshots and the sirens
Baby mamas yelling "Byron"
This was all before the YNs
Gold grills before the diamonds
Seen some shit I can't explain
What's up with that boiling water?
Boy, go back to your room
Nigga inhaling fumes
That shit'll make you dizzy
Put some hair up on your chest
We ain't raising no pixie
Not an everyday occurrence
Shit was fishy as a sturgeon
Knew how to get my own money
Rarely was a burden
Tried to feed people but I could tell
That they wasn't learning
Shit was draining to say the least
Always practice what I preach
But I never went to college
Never paid Sallie Mae
Grew up in the ghetto
My babysitter was Miss Callie Mae
Had to learn to free my mind
You could say emancipate
Got my first lap dance
At the tender age of eight
Still principles and morals
Better learn to say your grace
Roaches was a standard
But we never ever accepted no slander
Niggas say they all ears
Until they get bit like a Vander
Trying to stay up out the way
Need neighbors like the Flanders
But I'm knowing it's a process
Gotta stay away from gossip
Keep my circle tight as a knot
Just know that we all locked in
All I know is keep this shit pushing
Ain't no other option
Learn to lead by example