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ghetto symphony - elcamino lyrics

[intro]
gotta do it subtle
got my n*gga oh jay on the beat
you already know
it’s the cook up

[verse 1: elcamino]
crack in the back of my crack
trying to relax and cop a rolex
sold more fish than [?] hold that
40 cal in my slacks trying to fall back from the game
it’s too many rats, more n*ggas dealing ‘caine
keep my name out your mouth or you’ll get slain
i’m in the range smoking insane
b*tch keeping my mind, these soldiers insane
the rollie plain jane, can’t see me cry in the rain
spent a hundred thousand on chains, keep the change
these other n*ggas lames, i’m working on my aim
stay in your lane y’all n*ggas never sold cocaine
my flow is propane, them n*ggas are snitches
y’all should be ashamed
i’m stacking up riches and hopping planes
y’all burning bridges for petty change
loyalty over everything
this ain’t no f*cking game
f*cking your b*tch it got me drained
i don’t even know her name but she a good b*tch
and me, you know i’m hood rich
[chorus: elcamino]
my ghetto symphony
this my ghetto symphony
you know that this my ghetto symphony
and this my ghetto symphony
my ghetto symphony
you know that this my ghetto symphony
and you can get with me
you know i got them sticks on me

[verse 2: ché noir]
project baby i was born in the hood
crew full of k!llers on the corners with crooks
they told us school the only way to make it out
but i’m not sure if it could
cause to be honest experience taught me more than a book
i told my sis while we was walking to the store i said look
feed your mind ’cause a real n*gga get bored with just looks
i want a n*gga that give head in the morning and cook
or a n*gga with money that will give me more than he should
i know n*ggas that’s really rich and they don’t dress in designer
that’s grown money
y’all money got me checking for minors
i heard b*tches pressed to come find us
i come through waving sticks, it look like i’m directing a choir
little b*tch i’m toe tagging with toe ratchets
my b*tches don’t condone average
i’m gold status
toast with b*tches we got champagne spilling on our stiletto heels
all this money they surprised to see we ghetto still
[chorus: elcamino]
my ghetto symphony
this my ghetto symphony
you know that this my ghetto symphony
and this my ghetto symphony
my ghetto symphony
you know that this my ghetto symphony
and you can get with me
you know i got them sticks on me

- elcamino lyrics

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