[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (This shit is called "Lil Ghetto N***a")
Fayettenam, n***a (Shout out to J. Cole on the beat)
Uh, Carolina, n***a
My n***a does it all, rap, produce (DJ OnPoint)
You n***as better catch up (Yeah, yeah)
It's The Come Up
Let's bring it in (Let's go)
Yeah, this for my n***as in the struggle
Yeah, this for my n***as in the struggle (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, 'nother perspective
Just another perspective
Yeah
Yo, uh

[Verse 1]
Lifestyles of the young, Black, and genius
Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans
And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus (Yeah)
Played where killers hung at and slung crack for leisure (Uh)
And tell a n***a run that, get gun clapped for sneakers (Boom)
Young n***as emulate what's comin' out the speakers (Uh-huh)
So everything we learned came from rappers, not teachers
'Cause if we can't relate, then how the hell you gon' reach us? (Huh?)
Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers (Yeah)
Who am I trustin'?
No time to think about illegal when your stomach's touchin' (Nah)
By any means, n***a, even if the gun is bustin' (Blah)
I see the world for what it is now
I see the odds is lookin' slim for our kids now
'Cause, uh, it wasn't set up for my people to rise (Yeah)
My n***as slang, but I see the pain deep in they eyes
N***as livin' like they don't give a fuck
And I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up, live it up, n***a
[Chorus]
The things that I've seen (Seen)
The dreams that I've dreamed (Dreamed)
The rain in my sky
The pain in my eyes
But know that it gets better, baby
Hope that it gets better, baby
Don't let this world break you
No, no, don't let 'em break you (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2]
I look up in the sky (Yeah), see that ghetto bird circlin' (Uh)
Them rollers on the block, my n***as on the curb cursin' them (Fuck 'em)
Another day in the 'Ville, do I stay in and chill?
Or go play in the field, help my mother payin' these bills? You tell me (N***a)
We young, Black, some strapped (Yeah)
Them whites got they lunch packed for school, we had our guns packed
And all a n***a wanna do is take his mama from that (N***a)
But they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back
You'd kill a n***a over beef and cheddar? Even better
Just one less coon they won't have to arrest soon
Fuck a crooked cop three times
Bitch, I'm gettin' cake and ain't a n***a finna eat mine (Nah)
That's why a n***a lookin' like a street sign (Yeah)
Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time (Uh-huh)
Wake up and it's feelin' like somebody hit the rewind (Why?)
'Cause them ghetto birds circulate (Yeah), my n***as still cursin' 'em (Yeah)
Another day in the city, my n***a, say it with me, yeah
[Chorus]
The things that I've seen (Seen)
The dreams that I've dreamed (Dreamed)
The rain in my sky
The pain in my eyes
But know that it gets better, baby
Hope that it gets better, baby
Don't let this world break you
No, no, don't let 'em break you

[Outro]
Is this what you want?
What's up, mama?
I'm good, I'm on the road
Yeah, I'm like, I'm like twenty minutes from D.C.
I'll be there in like four and a half hours
I mean, I'd be lyin' if I told you I was doin' the speed limit, so
Nah, I'm drivin' safe, though
Oh, you cookin' for me?
Damn, thank God, I ain't had no home-cooked food in like three months, I swear
How you doin', though? You good?