Rich Boy feat. Lil' Wayne, Nas & John Legend Ghetto Rich (Remix) Lyrics

[Rich Boy]
Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where n____s tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
Bama wasn't made for a n____ to win
See the color of ya skin get ya put in the pen
It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sending n____s to the pen or the funeral home
I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back
So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack
Bullet holes in ya house it'll make it hard to sleep
Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
Lotta n____s doing life from undercovers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
n____s doing life from undercovers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

(chorus) John Legend
It's where ya live, it's where ya play
It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang
Your world is, ghetto
It's where I live; it's where I'm from
It's where ya had, to tote your gun
Your world is, ghetto

[Lil Wayne]
I could never win an Oscar 'cause I don't know how to act
So on my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act
Then the second million came, then more came after that
Then more came after that, Hurricane after that
d___!!, and y'all saw the aftermath
And in my hood we don't front, so I do give back
When you see a hood n____ you gotta tilt your hat
And since I'm a hood n____ I do just that
OGs used to tell me you just rap
Lil n____ all you need to do is rap
And just when I thought I was gonna do just that
Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stone was crack
f___ being like Mike I wanna be like pop
Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac
Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock
Please put up a fight for the kids that watch
Us in the spotlight and then they mock
But caskets get closed and then they drop
And cases get closed and they are dropped
'Cause no one knows and nobody got
Any out nor N-O, 'cause they better not
Three words to a witness they get shot
Let me tell you what this is, this is the block
Always talk to God, never listen to cops

(chorus) John Legend

[Nas]
It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose
There's only one Nas by the hundred thousand you's
You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money
n____s is broke plus the Wolves is hungry
Morgues full of dead n____s who was taking money
Morgues full of n____s who the last s___ they ate in stomach
Spending stake, GORE-TEX boot, Prince still on his face
His still on his face when we revisit his wake
Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army
One gun I'll use it, some son two s___
Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia
You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments
I stay in deceitful conversations with creep with foul natures
Attempted murders trials, the basics
Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims
It's the s___ we live, uh, Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony
Bullets even hit a crack-head in his Abercrombie
Psycho a___yst was asking me what happened to me?
See the yacht got to me, then the gat got to me
Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money
Then these beautiful b____es was bending backs for me
Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly
Man I don't give a f___, this is rap to me