Uhh, check it out, uhh
I steps in, where the Mos and the hoes at, baby?
Fuck all that pretty shit
Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what, what
Out of this world like Mars when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars 
We built in radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like, A-C or the drop? 
Are we gonna stop? Shit, man, if my squad go broke
Your squad oughta choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Aint no joke, when your ones dont show
Nigga, I know, might say Been There, Done That like Dre 
Through hard work, I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back, or I turn to salt 
Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches, and rings 
Guess its safe to say a nigga like me got nice things 
Cant relate to motherfuckers who aint go no cake 
When you all fucked up and cant get no break 
When your fake-ass friends dont help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it 
Fuck that, get your own, nigga, dont ask me for shit
Thats what I did, now they all asking for hits 
Nigga, its on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly, but separately, cause now I charter my own 
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all em player-haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us 
They cant touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus?
Because release dates bigger than Mandelas, motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets 
And every day, they gotta fight to stay alive
Its just reality
Yeah, make you a deal, check
These heres the dog years and motherfuckers dont shed
I try to bring you life, but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel with the barrel, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause when its on, then its on, the shots flown through your head
I been rich, I been poor, I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some said Jiggas zones like the falling of Rome
Reoccurring, that he thinks like that cause hes observant
Wont be known until Im gone and niggas study my bones
Mentally, been many places, but Im Brooklyns own
In the physical, unseen like Allahs body
In fact, my thoughts dont differ much from that of Godbody
But its the R-shottie that got cats likening me to the mob John Gotti
Rap dudes biting me cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me, yall, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly, we mourn all the rappers thats gone
Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they aint fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it
Know these beats is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness, and yall knew this when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty in a girdle coming out of B-W-I
In school, I hated algebra, but I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big Id be multi before I die
And its gon happen, whether rapping or clapping, have it your way
Cause if thats my dough youre trapping, Im clapping your way
Its for the ghetto...
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive 
Its just reality 
Damn, it feel good to see people up on it 
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didnt flaunt it 
My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes
To get richer than Richie quickly, niggas wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High-caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
In my circumference, mad bitches with mad Lucci
Bulletproof vestses under they Coogis
Spittin my Uzi, dont lose me, my trigger niggas represent
Driving dirty in J-30s gettin bent 
And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis
I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggas with punani, like heiny
And Cyrus up in Cypress
Fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus
While I just slang coke, smoke pounds of choke 
Got lawyers watching lawyers so I wont go broke, now check it
Them country niggas call me Frank White
Im squirtin off up in my loft, of course, I know my shits tight
Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half-Black, half-oriental, eighty-six, she got me rental
The situation aint accidental
What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, ugh...
What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, ugh...
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
Its just reality, its just reality
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
Its just reality