These are my ghetto fairytales Sit back and just listen to what I'm spittin' cause I'm cold I'm straight reminiscing on all my niggas dead and gone See when I was young I was just so dumb and didn't know How quickly the reaper would come and creap up for your soul I play with them niggas that like to live it by the chase They told me whatever you do just keep your body safe Pitbull in the front and my german shepard by the gates Blowing booze and [?] to keep my body out of space And I heard bout my nigga they send up to their face And they sayin' it's probable when the feds investigate Gotta do what I gotta do while they take my nigga away Promised you my protection I gotta make a nigga pay Bustin' in the direction of any mothafucka fake I burn a nigga to [?] presidents up in this place
Now they tell me I'm too ghetto for this shit I feel like I'm the only rebel in this shit
[x2:] These are my ghetto fairytales
These are the tales, my ghetto tales These are the tales, that I tell so well Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside
[many times:] These are my ghetto fairytales...
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