[Chorus]
In this world Im gon pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah mmmmmmm)
In this world Im gon pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah mmmmmmm)

[Verse 1]
Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)
I got payed in the (ghetto)
alot of gangstas got made in the (ghetto)
alot of wankstas got got in the (ghetto)
got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal
I use to hang out with the ol Gs and peep game
they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
now its eight years later and I run shit
kiss the ring cause now Im on some dumb shit
and I aint with that kissing ass shit dawg
you owe me stacks dont hold me back-Im backin heat with the Heatmakers
I can spitt it from the head I dont need a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
Id rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I dont know about yall but Im workin
and I dont know about you but I aint hurtin

[Chorus]
In this world Im gon pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah mmmmmmm)

[Verse 2]
My neighborhood aint shit like Mister Rogers
cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble
everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair health care
shit the game aint fair-alot of yall never come back to the (ghetto)
cause yall greedy ass f*ck
niggaz dont take care of they kids theyd rather by a new truck
you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
cause when the Ds post up its goin down in the hood
its understood that more paper bring more haters
everybody wanna coach but we need more players
in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
Im stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces

[Chorus]
In this world Im gon pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah mmmmmmm)

Something is holdin me back [repeat til the end]