Out Of The Ghetto

I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto Jonnie, yeah, I finally got my benjamins money back Shades on, sitting in my coupe is jet black Shorty I ask that, I drove with them thugs and them gunshots My mama had no choice was surrounded by crack spots (I love you, ma) These canaries and black rocks, Drop tops flying on the alley way Him on my ride side, black and white chain on Africa never giving nothing, always have to go and get it, go get it Bandana on my face, Yankee fit it So now you understand where I'm coming from That's why I get back, you have to respect this, respect that I'm down on my knees praying I tell him that I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto Yeah, I'm a ghetto boy, ? like bush with the scar face Speeding, you would think I'm in a car chase 40 out the crack window, this is no game DS Nintendo I'm from the building where we live ? car washes I'm the topic throw your apples in your Macintosh Where you get your feet wet at, no galoshes They say she gonna fire, her prognosis Am I wrong for wanting more money more choose? Am I wrong for wanting less stress less fools? Down on my knees, I know I ain't angel, but I'm ? so let me in please I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto Yeah, and now I throw that money at them girls in the pole I'm nice now so they say that I'll be bribing with soul But you don't know about the roaches crawling out of the bowl No lunch meat just butter put on a roll Yeah, police wanna follow in force They say I'm going fast cause they hear their exhaust Yeah, down on my knees, safety on my glock I'm asking God to forgive me please I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto. --- Out of the Ghetto - Sheek Louch and Kobe Honeycutt