This is for all my Low Life thug niggas yeah, 

livin' they life as a ghetto star, you know (worldwide)


Verse 1:


You know those days when you hear the lord calling you

But you don't respond 'cuz you ballin' and your all in two

Your ghetto star lifestyles, big houses and cars

Million dollar phone calls to bad bitches and all

A nigga don't make five bucks to spend before he come up

Sippin' out this half a pint bout to light up this blunt

Just reminicin' bout past years, deaths and tears

So many fallin' peers I'd never though I'd see these years

Swallowin' my tank of beer hope the rain hide the tears

Pray to God I aint scared, if they bust , hide and hit

And if they come fightin' shit I won't believe it cuz I'm low

I'm a child of God and keep mashin' for whats good to me

You should recognize game when it's all in your face

Would you choose to lie and die mamed so you fall on your face

But I refuse to lose so I ball in my space


Hook:


Live my life straight ballin'

I hear the penitentary callin'

Live my life straight ballin'

I hear lord Jesus callin'

Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star


Verse 2:


I invented my own lifestyle from crumbs and dope

Fuck shattered dreams there's fatter things that come from hope

You heard 'em holla "keep ya head up"

I ask God to help us out

The world's caught a plague and everybody's weapons out

Shoot first, and never get to the ask questions part

When we blast testin' marks you aint fit to live a day here

Best to keep your heat and hold your post you wanna stay here

It sure aint worth askin' why I stay so high

You don't irritate my mind

And I aint got time if it aint about a dim