Poverty - Ghetto

So, what you know about poverty

Drugs and armed robbery

Thugs that are obviously not drama quality?

Because on road, it’s real

All actors get killed

I’m from a place where

Niggas wanna place bredders

The same year that pussy got smoked like

Bus drivers not moving because the youngers won’t pay fare

Younger sibling with older brothers that ain’t there

Because he’s knocked down for eight summers, it ain’t rare

I can name mothers that ain’t there

So the kids run wild

Catch cases, can’t buss child

But land road to a stack of papers in a pile

All I’m trying to do is make my mum smile

But I’m trapped in a cycle

Gotta clap back with the strap, it isn’t my fault

That prats wanna act like they’re bad

Then the mums and the dads are sad

Because I hit 'em up like Guy Fawkes

As a young nigga, crime was all I did beside sports

So, if I weren’t spitting

It could’ve been prison or Sky Sports

You fakes say «you ain’t a thug living, you’re quite forced»

So, what you know about poverty

Drugs and armed robbery

Thugs that are obviously not drama quality?

Because on road, it’s real

All actors get killed

I ain’t been around the world

But I get around and sell

Crack, weed, brown as well

Stack g’s, hard to swell

I used to sell cars but then I got locked down and fell

Came out, I switched my hustle

Like I lost the keys and found the scales

I’m from a place where the sound of shells are loud as hell

Under the key, you’re bound to melt

Fucking with me, I’ll make you shout for help

You’re lucky you’re sweet and only out for girls

So, what do you know about gun crime?

It’s blood on the streets

After every shooting, it’s trident with frontline