In this world I'm gon' pity   I was raised in the ghetto-out the city   In this world I'm gon' pity   I was raised in the ghetto-out the city      Look I was raised in in the ghetto, I got payed in the ghetto   A lot of gangstas got made in the ghetto   A lot of wankstas got, got in the ghetto   Got shot in the ghetto but not popped in they metal      I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game   They use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change   Now it's eight years later and I run shit   Kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit      And I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg   You owe me stacks, don't hold me back   I'm backin' heat with the Heatmakers, I can spit it from the head   I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper      You wonder why I never mix and mingle   I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single   And I don't know about y'all but I'm workin'   And I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin'      In this world I'm gon' pity   I was raised in the ghetto-out the city      My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers   'Cause in the ghetto, niggaz quick to squabble   Everybody unemployed in the ghetto-well fair, health care   Shit the game ain't fair, a lot of y'all never come back to the ghetto      'Cause y'all greedy ass fuck   Niggaz don't take care of they kids, they'd rather buy a new truck   You wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood   'Cause when the D's post up, it's goin' down in the hood      It's understood that more paper bring more haters   Everybody wanna coach but we need more players   In eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis   I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces      In this world I'm gon' pity   I was raised in the ghetto-out the city      Something is holdin' me back   Something is holdin' me back   Something is holdin' me back   ...