Ghetto Ashes - Sauce Walka

Oowee\nReal life, never no fake shit\nSo many ghetto ashes\nBaby girl having tears falling down her lashes\nStand outside with her kid, she done seen her passing\nCan’t even enjoy Fourth of July without guns flashing\nIn cars crashing\nYoung niggas with mask 'cause they ain’t askin', they blastin'\nAin’t no whips up on they back, but people bleedin' over passion\nThe ghetto\nWhere niggas rather look at your pockets instead of hello\nRob a bank head with shorty and lil' buddy, then call the LO\nThis is real life\nOn summer days, just step outside and feel them chills life\nThem police posted and you’ll get frozen if you don’t spill right\nThese ghetto streets is full of black ice\nWe still dippin' in the fast lane, livin' the fast life\nGot fast ice\nFive hundred thousand dollars if I punch left and then I punch right\nThat’s another two hundred G’s\nMy arm freeze like Russian trees\nMy women sell just like Russian kis\nThe greatest grower with a thousand P’s couldn’t fuck with me\nI’m jungle boy\nCaptured all them white tigers out the jungle, boy\nThen put 'em in my own zoo on the computer just for you to enjoy\nI’m moving coy\nThe way I move my shows, you’d think I grew with Roy\nAnything ever went against, my crew destroy\nBoy