Ghetto Product - Kvnglit

(One, two, three, four) (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) As the snow flies On cold and grey Chicago mornin' A poor, little baby child is born In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need Is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto (In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) (In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out I tried to go, but I get stuck It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto I can't help it, yes, I was born in the ghetto I'm a product of ghetto (and his mama cries) Ghetto this, thug that, thug this, ghetto that This ain't shit I could control I'm a product of my habitat Police think that I'm a menace, it's probably 'cause I keep a gat Surprised I never sprung a wrist, late night I'm quite surprised I never got caught, late night, shootin', strapped Surprised I never got caught, no mask, give me that Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out I tried to go, but I get stuck It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto I can't help it, yes, I was born in the ghetto I'm a product of ghetto And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal And he learns how to fight In the ghetto (In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) I'm a product of the ghetto Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out I tried to go, but I get stuck It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto Yes, I was born in the ghetto In the ghetto (in the ghetto) Seen my mama cry, I asked the reason Her baby sellin' drugs, she caught me leavin' Said my first ten thousand, thought I was dreamin' Said they was solid, they got hard, they was leavin' You won't believe what I done did You won't believe what I done seen Police get behind, I run They chase me, took one for the team Gat like Bob the Builder, handy-mandy hammer in my jeans I was born and I ain't choose the streets The streets chose me I was born in the ghetto Raised in the ghetto I learned form the ghetto AlI know is the ghetto (in the ghetto) And his mama cries (in the ghetto) As the crowd gathers 'round an angry young man Facedown in the street wiht a gun in his hand In the ghetto Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out I tried to go, but I get stuck It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the gheto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto (In the ghetto) I'm a product of the ghetto

Kpon ya a a Kpon ya a a Kpon ya a a Kpon ya a a Kpon ya a a Kpon ya a a I'm a product of grace I'm the light in the darkness It is all by your grace It is all by your mercy You are the greatest O' Lord I lift my hands in praise You are the greatest O' Lord I'll bow before your presence I'm no nothing without you I've been saved saved by your mercy wooo I'm a product of grace (O yeahhh) I'm the light in the darkness It is by your grace) It is all by your grace) (O yeahhh) All by your mercy You are the greatest) You are the greatest (You) O' Lord I lift my hands in praise You are the greatest O' Lord I'll bow before your presence I am no nothing without you Nothing without you I've been saved saved by your mercy You are the greatest you're the light Light in the darkness It is all by your grace It is all by your grace All by your mercy All by your mercy You are the greatest Aaaaa The greatest You are the greatest You are the greatest Yes you are You are the greatest the greatest You are the greatest You're highly lifted in the highest The greatest You are bigger than the biggest You are the greatest Stronger than the strongest You are the greatest the greatest You are the greatest You you you you you The greatest You are the greatest That's you that's you You are the greatest the greatest Oh oh oh oh you're the greatest

Wrapped and sealed with masking tape Moistened with sweat Experience existence of ignorance - The product of capitalism.

Uhh Yeah Esto no para, no para It's the boss bitch, soy la fucking Mexicana Got a couple bitches hating, they ain't saying nada It's the champagne papa, I do what I wanna Gotta do my thing 'cause these bitches hate Bitches going broke with all the attention they been giving me Anybody hating in my circle, I eliminate Even when I miss, I'ma hit 'cause it ricochet I been trying to keep it proper baby please don't push me I don't fuck with hating bitches or no dudes that's pussy Don't mistake kindness for weakness, you must've mistook me This a professional flow, you a rookie, bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you been spillin' out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you been spilling out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch Get out your feelings with that pillow talkin' How you talking mad shit, but stoppin' when I walk in? You ain't workin' like I'm workin', then don't count my pockets You ain't earn it like I earn it, then get off the topic, bitch I put a hollow in the warnin' shot Trigger finger itchin', I ain't fix it with no cortisol Pussy boys gossip like some bitches 'cause I know they soft Jealous friends envy, so at this point I'ma show it off, bitch I hope you die when you see me winnin' Acting like we really friends but the hate was hidden Wishing you got what I got, I thought we was chillin' How you jealous of your friends, I wouldn't know the feelin', bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you been spilling out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you gon' spill it out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate Anybody hating in my circle, I eliminate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate Said I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate Even when I miss, I'ma hit 'cause it ricochet, bitch

Pum-Pumbaa, are you nuts? Bitch, we can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah We can get petty, uh, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah Broke bitches always in some shit except businesses (uh) Tryna bring us down, so they bring up us rich bitches (uh) Talkin' out that neck won't get you far, but if this is Gossip that affect my pockets, it's gon' hit different (uh) 'Bout to get explicit (uh) Ain't with Twitter dissin' (uh) You gon' have to speak up when you talk, I'm here to listen, uh If you poppin' shit, you probably wishin' I'm religious, uh This collision finna get you feelin' hella Christian Look, you gon' need that energy you got when you sendin' me All the caps lockin' when you talkin' on the net to me Wish a bitch would yell at me Fuck a bitch's jealousy May not be your cup of tea, but I'm your boyfriend's Hennessy and... We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah, uh We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah Bro, I'm so tired of the commentin' on me and mine When all you bitches really ain't got no pot to piss in Couldn't get 1000 dollar if you and your three Hoe-ass friends go put your savings in a pot You fuckin' thots is out here Judgin' bitches like us 'cause you forgot That I don't got time but I'll make Time if it means draggin' a lil bitch I'm tired of all you fuckin' hoes Y'all startin' problems, think you slick I'm 'bout to drag you by the fuckin' edges both of us ain't got It's quite ironic, stale bland ass bitches throwin' salt You 'bout to get your season, we 'bout to make this even You talkin' shit about me, you 'bout to get your reason 'Cause I've been on my vibin' higher and my meditatin' shit But if you want bitch, I can put this fuckin' hair up, hold my shit We can get petty, tell me if you ready (yeah) I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh (uh) We can get petty, yeah, uh We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh (uh) We can get petty, yeah, uh