I spit that ghetto gospel, uh, real shit I spit that ghetto gospel, real vivid when
I spit it I ain't gotta gossip You can even ask them hoes if a nigga poppin', uh
I spit that ghetto gospel, uh, real shit I spit that ghetto gospel, real vivid when
I spit it I ain't gotta gossip You can even ask them hoes if a nigga poppin', uh

Yes sir, I spit that real shit Police on a nigga tail I hit the kill switch
Young nigga movin' bells, makin' real flips
They only gave you 90 Days but you gon' still
Snitch Like you ain't really from the land, just
Takin' field trips It's funny how the money dirty but the bills crisp
No matter how much I give her money, she gon
Still trip, Can have a dollar in my pocket but I'm still
Rich Uh, yes sir, I spit that ghetto gospel
Hit a lick then count the money while we eatin' pasta

My lil chick was actin' up, shoulda won a Oscar
Then I bought her Ass a purse, a young nigga
Toxic Baby mama drama got a nigga wildin
Won't let me see my baby, almost crashed da Mazi
Spittin' out my life just like I say it is Not takin' care of ya kids that's worse than

A bid
Facts I spit that ghetto gospel, real shit
I spit that ghetto gospel, real vivid when I spit it I ain't gotta gossip
You can even ask them hoes if a nigga poppin', uh

I spit that ghetto gospel, real shit I spit that ghetto gospel, real vivid when
I spit it I ain't gotta gossip
You can't even ask them hoes if a nigga poppin
You can't even ask the bros if a nigga solid

You can even ask them hoes, if a nigga poppin
Nigga, I ain't never told, I don't know Tekashi
I don't hang with fu

Rappers, I keep vultures round me
And they gon' ride to the sun with them poles about me

Niggas talkin' like they riots, but it's just a rally
Talkin' big online, won't even send ya addy
Niggas claimin' rottweilers, but he really lassie
Young black male can't keep a job

But he stay with that gas like Steve n Bob
Got shorty on my joint, tryna weave and bob
If you's a lame, real talk, you can't eat with ours
That ghetto gospel got a nigga preachin

All I wanted was a million, just a young deacon
And I'm on my way up, and that's til completion
A hunnid thousand got me smilin', but I need my family
Niggas rappin' for a passion, you can keep ya Grammy

Niggas talkin' like they lit, I can see they panties
Young black man still applyin' pressure
The more the success, the more they arrest ya
That ghetto gospel got me feelin' flawless

Drinkin' Powerade's daily like it's holy water
Dreams of big cribs on Lake Minnetonka
Really chasin' dividends til the world stop us
Young

Young

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Writer(s): Lenell Young