Ghetto Child

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Big Homie Flock B.S.M [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Automatics and dice games (Flocka!) We was getting money 'til the Feds came Two gold chains, Big Daddy Kane And on my clothes, you could still smell royal cocaine Could my family have survived without cocaine? We thanked God when that blow came Walking through the rain without a coat Living with a point to prove Hope that we all make it out the ghetto Leonardo, how I paint these pictures My niggas so relentless, vicious Eat your food, do the dishes Now all your family's left with is memories and pictures Fuck niggas, fuck bitches Fuck niggas, fuck bitches Get money, stack money I wish they act wrong, even act funny I got bitches that'll die, killers that'll clap for me [Hook: Gepetto] It's all about the struggle To make it out we had to hustle When you broke, they don't trust you When your money right, they gon' love, love you Friends stay first, keep your enemies close, enemies close Cause the ones that stay by your side, they be doing the most, doing the most [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Please don't get it confused, this is rap money (Waka) Mixed with a little street money I'm talking 'bout them long drives, don't sleep money Bitches walking on a blade, that dirty deep money I was told "Don't talk, just look" Family from the streets, I was raised by the crooks Certified street, never raised by the book Street educated, I can tell that you're shook, rapper Every good girl love a hood nigga Real recognize real, you ain't a real nigga (You know) I'm taking over companies, signing deals If you want to build, make a mill Never skip a meal, keep your lips sealed, nigga Fuck niggas, Tommy Hilfiger If you take care of your family, keep it real, I fuck wit'cha Boy, it's levels to this shit I set fire to that ass like the Devil in this bitch [Hook: Gepetto]