Ghetto in the sky

Never have I ever

found myself a ghetto boy

living in the trend setter

maisons that were made better

rock a 100$ fendi sweater

if fate was a b***h

you would think 

that i never met her

but as you look closer, 

dope aint doper

if your mama was sick

and papa likes to choke her

money buys all the high

but can never provide closure

coke gets me closer

poker face is my prayer

god is a fantasy

when only pain is a player

go ahead call my all in

if you think its a bluff

my life is no limits

when the going gets tough

and the road ahead is dark

light myself up 

with a needle in the park

shining like an enema

feeling nothing but the cold

tragedy aint a cinema

test me one more time 

finger to the trigger, pull it

a lifetime in fast motion

as I soar toward the bullet

just another rich kid 

had his hands spread wide

as he hung up on stake

calling for the reapers ride

lambo, mercy

100 miles a minute

and the kid still be thirsty

collision now, flipping like a steak

hitting on the brakes

as the ghetto symphony plays

till the end of days.