GhettoNintendo
chill its a secret b
you could tell this shyt came from the heart

That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fukking rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shyt in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night wishing they'd die
'til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fukking shyt in they eyes




