(feat. Trae)



[Hook x4]

In this ghetto life, that we living

Have mercy, on all your children

In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life

This ghetto life, that we living



[Dougie D]

Blaze a blunt, sit back and feel me

Who wants to be a millionaire, everybody really

Niggaz be struggling striving, trying to get it

In this ghetto life, that we living

Heavenly Father, have mercy on your children

For the love of the dollar, niggaz be out killing

For the love of the dollar, niggaz be out stealing

For the love of the dollar, niggaz'll be willing

And this game, is cut throat

Gotta make sure, I stay up on my note

Dougie D staying afloat, up in my boat

I ain't leaving this motherfucker, until the curtain close

Guerilla Maab, to the day I die

Slow Loud And Bangin', the fellas is on the rise

And I'ma rep it, with another hell of a swang

By living in this ghetto, li-i-e-ife



[Hook x2]



[Dougie D]

Lord, have mercy on your children

We all done fell short of the glory, and we tripping

Everybody claiming, that they up on a mission

Heavenly Father, I know you hear me

Push up on the mashings, on a nigga note

Gotta stay focused, while I'm working my muscle for my do'

Motherfuckers want me to leave, but I ain't gon go

Still I'm here, ready to fight up on ten toes

Me and the click, been thick for so long

Ripping up microphones, and doing shows and so on

Ghetto fabulous, the life that we know

Somebody hold me, cause I'm bout to let go

We're living in a world, consumed with drugs and glocks

Where both niggaz and we chickened out, from drugs and glocks

Want into a world, where you usually don't get out

This is the life of a thug, I'm talking bout



[Hook x2]



[Trae]

In this ghetto life, that we living

Everybody wanna be robbing, jacking and stealing

Living on the corner, where niggaz be drug dealing

Kids having kids, and kids coming up missing

I'm from the city, where the good'll die first

Watching you rolled out, creep out in a black hearse

Letting out twenty shots, so the crowd'll disperse

Sick of living it broke, so you be snatching a lady purse

The only thing on they mind, is getting paid

If they don't make it today, they finding another way

Just to get away, 'fore the officer come they way

Locking em up in jail, then they throwing the key away

But ain't no way, that I'm fin to come let em take me out

Guerilla Maab till I'm dead, know what I'm talking about

I'ma grind till I'm known in public, on every block

And if a nigga wanna trip, I'm fin to be taking him out



[Hook x4]