Lil' Ghetto Nigga - J. Cole

Yeah, uh
Uh, yea
Yea, uh
Fayettenam, n_gga
Hahaah uh
Carolina, n_gga
Yeah, Yea, let's bring it in

Yea, this is for my n_ggas in the struggle
Yea, this is for my n_ggas in the struggle
Uh, uh, uh,
Nothing but sweat, tears,
Just another perspective,
Yeah

Yo, uh
Lifestyles of the young, black and genius,
Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans,
And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus, (yea)
Play where killers hung at and slung crack for leisure,
And tell a n_gga run that get gun clap for sneakers,
Young n_ggas emulate what's coming out the speakers,
So everything we learn came from rappers, not teachers,
Cause if we can't relate, then how the hell you gonna reach us?
Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers, (yea) Who am I trusting?
No time to think about illegal when your stomachs touching,
By any means, n_gga, even if the gun is busting,
I see the world for what it is now,
I see the odds is looking slim for our kids now,
Cause, uh, it wasn't set up for my people to rise, (yea)
My n_ggas slang, but I see the pain deep in they eyes,
N_ggas living like they don't give a f_ck,
And I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up! (live it up)

The things that I've seen, (seen)
The dreams that I dream, (dream)
The rain in my sky,
The pain in my eyes
But know that it gets better baby,

Hope that it gets better baby,
Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw,
Don't let them break you, (you)

Yea, uh
I look up in the sky, see that ghetto birds circulate,
And rollers on the block, my n_ggas on the curb, cursin them, (f_ck)
Another day in the ville, do I stay in and chill? (no)
Or go play in the field?
Help my mother paying these bills, you tell me, n_gga!
We young, black, some strapped,
Them whites got they lunch pack for school, we had our guns packed.
And all a n_gga wanna do is take his mother from that,
But they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back.
You kill a n_gga over beef and cheddar even better,
Just one less coon they won't have to arrest soon.
F_ck a crooked cop three times,
B_tch, I'm getting cake and ain't a n_gga finna eat mine,
That's why a n_gga looking like a street sign, (yea)
Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time.
Wake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind, (why)
Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my n_ggas still cursin em
Another day in the city, my n_ggas say it with me, yea!

The things that I've seen, (seen)
The dreams that I dream, (dream)
The rain in my sky,
The pain in my eyes
But know that it gets better baby,
Hope that it get better baby,
Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw,
Don't let them break you, (you)

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