Ghetto Gold Lyrics - Young Scooter

Damn, I wish they'd take the chains off 

I wish they'd open the motherfuckin' gates 

Free all my niggas 

I wish everybody walk out that grave man 

All my loved ones man, SQUAD 

This one for the homies locked down the road (You Know) 

Tryna get them bricks n' bales; that's that ghetto gold (Jug) 

I would never rat a nigga out, could never fold (Flocka) 

Stay down till you come up 

Realest shit 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 shit if he can't save (Unh-uh) 

Go to sleep and pray to God I wake up to a play (Yes) 

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Shit Hot, streets ain't safe 

New got fifteen just the other day (Damn) 

Roots snitchin' in the street, what the hood say 

My partna be doin' a life sentence, cause he didn't think 

I know I'm facing thirty years fuckin with the sink (Whip) 

I get so much money I can't even think (Jug) 

Twenty years old, bought my first mink 

Flashback, Spooks' spot, house full of things 

Now my partner Polish, I jug off everything 

What I know about the streets? I know everything, I sold everything 

I know everybody, I hope you make that appeal, I'm talkin bout everybody 

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Shit hot, streets' 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 Mary's, Flocka out here catching plays (For Real) 

One foot in, One foot out 

Fox was home for a week and got took out (Damn) 

Lord, why K.O. take his life away 

Oh why Rah-Rah had to die, on his bike that day 

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