Ghetto brick city corners and weed inhale street success
Money stacks don’t matter when in new Jordan’s
Wifey’s birthday. Can’t forget to turn up
Mollies, like real adults
Get paid. Five baby daddies
Drive up to welfare in a shiny Benz
At work all day. The mean streets
The crew runs too deep for fear
“We’re men,” we say
Go hard for the homies. Stay hard for the homies. But no homo
Own name tattoo across chest. Thug credentials
Or Identification In-Case-Of-Shit
Long white Ts, like a ghost.
Skinny jeans, like a 16 year old girl
High all day. Bragging rights?
True gangsta life