The Ghetto

[Hook] Before I go to bed I pray to the Lord How the hell they make a million dollars unemployed All this Codeine got a nigga paranoid All this money got a nigga paranoid I can't sleep, I can't wait In that molly switchin' lanes Money drove the kid insane, I can't let go I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto We just tryin to make it out the ghetto [Verse 1: Johnny Cinco] I can't sleep, I can't lay On the chase, on the race [?] We just tryin to find our way So we trap state to state, get this pay, never late We on time, we gon shine, and we grind, wait in line Pay no mind, that's on mine The Rollie ain't never on time You took the money I'm blind pay the fuck nigga no mind I'm goin crazy bout mine pull up Maybach Mercedes bout mine Young nigga stayed on the grind Patient I waited my time She want a kid with the trapper She want to lick on the rapper She say the money ain't a factor I beat the pussy and pass her I hope you not a arouser I think she in love with my swagger I put that thing into that mouth That was the end of that chapter [Hook] Before I go to bed I pray to the Lord How the hell they make a million dollars unemployed All this Codeine got a nigga paranoid All this money got a nigga paranoid I can't sleep, I can't wait In that molly switchin' lanes Money drove the kid insane, I can't let go I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto We just tryin to make it out the ghetto [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] We just tryin to make it out the hood Robin Hood Robbin niggas for they goods I just want all my niggas good What's understood is understood, yea I wish a nigga would If I say do it, he'll prolly do it, don't make me do it And we straight from the jet rockin' Rolex Want respect gon make they neck fresh Out the street hopped on a jet Now that's progress And I never really played checkers I played chess Yo best bet to be at yo best When we connect won't break a sweat in retrospect And I swear we wanted more I love the taste He got that molly then I want to race My car white I don't care bout no race This is a phantom I just want to race We got that shipment from out of the states And I swear this shit was imported it's not where I stay [Hook] Before I go to bed I pray to the Lord How the hell they make a million dollars unemployed All this Codeine got a nigga paranoid All this money got a nigga paranoid I can't sleep, I can't wait In that molly switchin' lanes Money drove the kid insane, I can't let go I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto We just tryin to make it out the ghetto