Ghetto America (Snippet)

No, I ain’t the type to be toyed with, played with
Or played like, «Nah, not at all my man»
me and all my fam
With them M16's and them 4's in hand
And if it’s against me, abort that plan, it’s like
Just when you thought he wasn’t lookin', I saw that man
Turn into Jigsaw, I might saw that man
Then somebody might snitch like, «I saw that man»
Turn my jam up loud for the man of the hour
Fans Hampton and
Nah, never ran, not a coward
Keep a gun by me, I learnt that from Cam up in
«Fam, you want grams of that powder?»
Some dirty dudes with me like they ain’t big fans of the shower
Me? I let the mouths of
And hire your house out like I’m Angela
Ghetto America, lend me your ear
Got some things that I need you to hear
And it go like: Money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud
Those the only things us ghetto niggas about
Now Jersey (Come on) Queens niggas (Come on)
Brooklyn (Ow!) Harlem (Come on)
Ladies get naked, niggas can get
Know I’ma be ghetto till I die, tell 'em why