[Intro| Max B]
Uh, Chyea
Coke wavy season
Boss Don
French

[Chorus| Max B]
I'm in the ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef
I tuck that metal everyday
In the streets of the ghetto
I know every in and which way
Baby so come and play
I got that Henny mixed with Coke
Got that clicquot mixed with ice
They just put me on the line
And my Free Throw looking nice (nice)
I was born and raised in the ghetto (Born and raised baby)

[Verse 1| Max B]
I'm Heavy B, cock that Desert E
Crusin in that Beamer, like I'm 70
20 Miles an hour in the 50 zone
Just so you can see me go
My man right, look at all that tail pipe
Put it all up on that scale, right
Bet it come back even Steves
These bitches best believe in me, when I tell m "let me take you out the ghetto that you living in"
Biggaveli he bout his Benjamin's (send them in)
Make them suck and fuck them dicks
Lately I don't trust them tricks
Hit me up lets stay the night
Pimpin was my way in life
Slippin and I paid the price
Left my bitch alone, let her roam
She's a thousand miles away from home
Sitting with this guilt, trying to cope the pain
Milk, trying to rope the game
Record labels is now focusing on the weak shit yall provide
So my son only can listen to
Bigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you
Listen boo

[Chorus| Max B]
I'm in the ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef
I tuck that metal everyday
In the streets of the ghetto
I know every in and which way
Baby so come and play
I got that Henny mixed with Coke
Got that clicquot mixed with ice
They just put me on the line
And my Free Throw looking nice (nice)
I was born and raised in the ghetto

[Verse 2| French Montana]
Hit em' if he actin up, bread I be stacking up
Work, I be bagging up
Homie, that's what I do
Young boys up in feds
Niggas come and fill yo head
Sixteen One in the head, homie, that's what I do
In the hood I was born and raised
Homie ghetto bound, life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down
Another round's gonna hit you up, slit you up
Paramedics get you up
Coke Boys fix you up
Welcome to the hood, to the corners back blocks
Niggas foaming at the mouth, lookin for a jackpot
Silverback eight copping when its here in the drop
I be sellin' back weight
We got the streets steak sauce
We don't hop on beef, a whole lot of heat
We never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles
I ain't gotta see
Nigga, we got the streets

[Chorus| Max B]
I'm in the ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef
I tuck that metal everyday
In the streets of the ghetto
I know every in and which way
Baby so come and play
I got that Henny mixed with Coke
Got that clicquot mixed with ice
They just put me on the line
And my Free Throw looking nice (nice)
I was born and raised in the ghetto