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ghetto gold - young scooter lyrics

[intro: waka flock flame]
d-mn, i wish they’d take the chains off
i wish they’d open the motherf-ckin’ gates
free all my n-ggas
i wish everybody walk out that grave, man
all my loved ones man, squad

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
this one for the homies locked down the road (you know)
tryna get them bricks and bales, that’s that ghetto gold (juug)
i would never rat a n-gga out, could never fold (flocka)
stay down ’til you come up, realest sh-t somebody ever told me
molded by the og’s, the game done show me (you know)
tryna to stay away from the police (woop, woop)
a hustla ain’t sh-t if he can’t save (uh-uh)
go to sleep and pray to god i wake up to a play (yes)

[verse 1: young scooter]
sh-t hot, streets ain’t safe (streets ain’t safe)
new got fifteen just the other day (d-mn)
roots is snitchin’ in the street, what the hood say (hood say)
my partner be doin’ a life sentence ’cause he didn’t think
i know i’m facing thirty years f-ckin’ with the sink (whip)
i get so much money, i can’t even think (juug)
twenty years old bought my first mink (mink)
flashback, spooks’ spot, house full of things
just like my partner polish, i juug off everything (juug)
what i know about the streets? i know everything (everything)
i sold everything, i know everybody
i hope you make that appeal, i’m talkin’ ’bout everybody

[chorus]
this one for the homies locked down the road (you know)
tryna get them bricks and bales, that’s that ghetto gold (juug)
i would never rat a n-gga out, could never fold (flocka)
stay down ’til you come up, realest sh-t somebody ever told me
molded by the og’s, the game done show me (you know)
tryna to stay away from the police (woop, woop)
a hustla ain’t sh-t if he can’t save (uh-uh)
go to sleep and pray to god i wake up to a play (yes)

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
sh-t hot (hot), streets ain’t safe (ain’t safe)
i pray when i kick his door he got a safe (for real)
just dead presidents, my pockets stuck in graves (for real)
throwing hail marys, flocka out here catching plays (for real)
one foot in (in), one foot out (out)
fox was home for a week and got took out (d-mn)
lord, why k.o. take his life away? (huh?)
oh why rah-rah had to die on his bike that day (why?)
why my father have a stand off at the numbers store
i feel like i can’t take no more
dunk missed his flight and died in a studio
plus my mama just beat cancer (you know)
i’m looking at the sky for an answer (flocka)

- young scooter lyrics

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