Ghetto Love lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Big Flint, what we doin', n*gga?
Yeah, n*gga, f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga, free Rio, n*gga
Yeah
We on that
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
What you know about ghetto love?
Bro said I wasn't gon' make it, told him, "Bet a dub"
I took a field trip down the way and I met a plug
I know a n*gga turned his fam up from sellin' bud
Nah, that's real sh*t
Uh, I'm a G.O.A.T. 'round this b*tch, you better ask about me
If it ain't more than a hundred, don't even brag about it
Bring me to a venue in your city, bet I'm packin' out it
You disrespect me or my fam, we pullin' straps about it
Okay, wrist 'bout a fifty, neck 'bout a buck-twenty
You gotta spend about a dime just to get in touch with me
I ain't got sh*t for a n*gga that wasn't on that bus with me
Hey, sixty pointers all across the face, my buffs sh*tty
Free my brother Ri, free my brother Ben
sh*t, we all gotta eat, so I'ma cut you in
Tell Sauce, "I f*cked up, go on and punch me in"
b*tch, I'm down with whatever, go on, jump me in
[Chorus: RMC Mike]
I'm cashin' out on anything I want 'cause I'm blessed
Gettin' it off the rap now, I'm long gone from the rest
Gotta get that Skydweller rose gold, it's a flex
With this sh*t-talkin' sh*t, n*ggas know I'm just the best
Ain't no question 'bout it
Any n*gga thinkin' otherwise, make a bet about it
Shoutout to the O, every time, we make several thousand
Bring that M back to Flint, we need better housing

[Verse 2: 22nd Jim]
From the neck down to the wrist, add me up, it's 'bout several houses
Stand on business, n*ggas know we step on sh*t, we got several bodies
Really trappin', really jackin', but this rap sh*t is just my hobby
Touch a hundred, drop a hundred, n*ggas mad they cannot stop it
These rappin'-ass n*ggas really groupies (Yeah)
In a penthouse, model b*tches off 2C (Yeah, yeah)
How to describe the sh*t, I tell you it's a movie (Yeah)
Got a hundred pounds of Lemon, screamin', "Move me"
Okay, free the members, free the dogs up out the kennel
R.I.P. Trick, R.I.P. T, I can't forget you
Ayy, long shots, no stocks, shootin' missiles
n*ggas soft, n*ggas softer than some tissue
Bro, I'm a six-figure n*gga out the trap, how you love that?
Welcome home to Meez, it's only right I got my thug back
If I want it, I'ma cash it, only right because I'm havin'
n*ggas just be talkin' to the bank, I just be laughin'
[Chorus: RMC Mike]
I'm cashin' out on anything I want 'cause I'm blessed
Gettin' it off the rap now, I'm long gone from the rest
Gotta get that Skydweller rose gold, it's a flex
With this sh*t-talkin' sh*t, n*ggas know I'm just the best
Ain't no question 'bout it
Any n*gga thinkin' otherwise, make a bet about it
Shoutout to the O, every time, we make several thousand
Bring that M back to Flint, we need better housing

[Outro]
(It's a Wayne beat)