(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
'Member being broke, talking four dollars
'Member standing in the tub for four hours
I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back
'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers
I wonder if heaven got visiting hours
For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water
Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope
They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers
Nigga ratted on his own man who he grewed up and played with him
He snitched, thought shit would go away, like a roommate, it stayed with him
What's the bro code? Talking buy hoes, feed your main bitch, feelings, and it's all fair
Can't trust nun, hear a nigga got murked, suspects was his pallbearers
Kill a nigga, streets call you back
Go to jail, now they can't call you back
Where we from, a lot of you niggas 12, yeah, without the badge
They'll give you a hundred shots in 12, that's why I do that
We'll die for red, white, and blue, I ain't talking 'bout troops, talking gang flags
Know ‘bout this thot ho from the hood, yeah, she got bad kids
Said she ain't selling pussy no more since she got her hair did
Hoping that a rich nigga come cuff her and buy a new Benz
I'm just tryna grab your hair, why you suck it and buy you a new wig
Ex bitch left me, I done blowed up
She ain't picture me like this I should've posed for her
Watch them young niggas go from sticking stores up to leaving out they cell picking stoges up
Bustdown on my wrist, I got 'em watching
They gon' lose count if they tryna count my pockets
He got caught with a lot of shit, why he ain't make it passed the doctor
Been fucking on a vegan, that ho got me thinking broccoli
She got me thinking lettuce, but I still be getting cake
Pull up, I can't meet you 'cause I got too much at stake
And she be wanting to leave me but she got so much to rake
I put niggas on my back even though it's twenty times my weight
Lately, I been ghetto dreaming
Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah
I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial
Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial
I love you like I love myself with me, can't no one hurt you
Ain't pick up a pencil in some years, ain't wrote them verses
Thinking 'bout the future, tell my dawg he need investment money
But we see niggas we don't like in the club and go to burning hundreds
Told the bottle girl don't bring no bottles, just some fire exstinguishers
Paid a nigga, told a booster to hold my size and hope that she remember (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
If we pull up in the Hellcat, hope the lord forgive us
I know niggas who got elbowed just like Conor McGregor
Project baby, tired of working, he tryna pull a set up
Made three niggas robbed his job while he was on the schedule (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
All you niggas entitled to your own opinions
I can't stress about what they think 'bout me, period
She can't sit in my lap period, lil' ho, these Amiris
Can't be with them lil' boys, I don't even take 'em serious
Almost made my mama cry when I didn't graduate
But look ma, I get paid now to walk 'cross the stage
My dawg on his third strike, I pray he walk 'cross his base, yeah
Designer tapered but I ain't talking space
'Member being broke, talking four dollars
'Member standing in the tub for four hours
I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back
'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers
I wonder if heaven got visiting hours
For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water
Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope
They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers
Lately, I been ghetto dreaming
Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah
I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial
Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
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