(feat. John Legend)
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[Polow Da Don]
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Shit, we tryna get it for real... OH! Rich Boy! You niggas
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better get focused... Get money muthafucka! Get money muthafucka!
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[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]
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Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
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Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
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Heavy guns and dope boys harrassed by the police
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Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police
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'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
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See the color of ya skin get'cha put in the pen
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It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
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Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home
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I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back
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So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack
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Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep
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Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
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'Lotta niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends
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It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men
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Niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends
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It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men
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[Chorus - John Legend]
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It's where ya live, it's where ya play
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It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang
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Your world is, ghetto
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It's where I live, it's where I'm from
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It's where ya had, to tote your gun
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Your world is, ghetto
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[Verse 2 - Rich Boy]
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Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gum
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Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her
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Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate
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Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate
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Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know
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Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show
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But a .44'll get'cha money fast from robbin'
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Do or die situation when ya tired and stavin'
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Government'd never send me a dime for school
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So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool
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I'm a leader for the south, pa, open ya ears
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Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Rich Boy]
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I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back
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Got a couple white packs, 'cause they fiend for that
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Early five in the mornin' pigs showin' they badge
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Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags
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Speedbumps in the road start slwoin' me down
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See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now
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Got a chance to advance so I'm makin' my move
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Couple people still thankin' they got somethin' to prove
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Pay the card for the south, yeah the hood my home
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Told my mama I'mma leave the dope game alone
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On my knees every night conversatin' wit' God
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Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard
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Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies
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I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit' the uzi
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Even if I take a trip around the world and back
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I'm representin' for the hoods, where they feel me at
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge - Polow da Don]
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Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like
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Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life
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Throw 'em up if ya... ghetto life
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Shit
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[John Legends ad-libs and music out]
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Ghetto Rich
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Rich Boy |