Now flip with a nigga, as we dip through the Dirty Four-tops, spin out and bent up to thirty I only ride for homies, cause hoes ain't worthy Never put a bitch before your road doggs, ya heard me? Plus, we do shit other rappers can't feel Like, hangin' in the same spots we hung out for the deal For real, the ghetto ain't a pop song, Cutty The ghetto bodies get up, get out, and get nutty And fool, do it 'til the death if you have to Just get the fuck up off the cuts, 'fore they grab you And have you doin' penitentary time Got these rap cats thinkin', if they shit to lift rhymes If you ain't in the streets, then nigga Stick to the balance, or get caught up Tossed up in this bitch, like a salad Dedicated to my niggas out here stuck in the trap I deliver it just like I live it, it ain't rap Trust me