Dante — Fame In The Ghetto

[Intro] Yo, Dante Let's get that creativity [Hook] It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto That's the reason why he wake and he never fall asleep It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto That's the reason why he wake and he never fall asleep It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto That's the reason why he wake and he nevеr fall asleep It's all bout the money and the famе in the ghetto All bout the money and the fame in the ghetto [Verse 1] Trapped in an isle, of an everlasting tears We was made to conquer the pain, and face the fears Jungle of domination with supremacy Young one's made to top peers and all supersede Wolves in sheep clothing we always self made We might keep it real but we still thug till the grave Down the blocks niggas was strapped with 9's and 10 Streets be wild,back then we was thug Not men Ill system we was always set to rule Self interest the enemy made us act like we cool Get fucked always left us entangled in two End of the day we always getting played for a fool Everybody always finna' be cool with the darkside Knowing shit always come down with a large price Finna' pull up with new rides and just live right But how many of us would be willing to bear the sacrifice Talk bout golden figures, they pulling 7 digits Stare at clouds, dark streets, picture was rigid Fuck the consequence, they jus wan' dance with the devil They don't care if it's wrong or it might be good or evil [Hook] It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto That's the reason why he wake and he never fall asleep It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto That's the reason why he wake and he never fall asleep It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto That's the reason why he wake and he never fall asleep It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto All bout the money and the fame in the ghetto [Verse 2] Born in the cold dark corners of elms street Niggas' ain't smiling cause they enroute for something to eat If you one of the blood, you gotta be on top of the game Claim thug in the streets and they gon be asking your name Care less bout the future,street honor and glory 9m caliber Trigger pulled, show 'em you bloody Every man for himself when hell always break loose Niggas' be Wilding,gang violence ain't cool 3 clips to his chest,an axe to his neck Word on the streets ,the killer was given that respect How about little jimmy? He was down with the hood life He would do on anything to earn all the golds and the stripes His sister was a ratchet and they was pimping the thot She was raped, stabbed and killed like that wasn't enough Jimmy didn't flinch cause he Rolled with the top dawgs Did dirty works, late night popped with a gunshot He died a cold heart death, life flashing fore his eyes Could've ended better but tough luck he had to die I've seen blood and the wars but never participated May not be rugged enough but ill wills, got me speculating [Hook] It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto That's the reason why he wake and he never fall asleep It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto That's the reason why he wake and he never fall asleep It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto That's the reason why he wake and he never fall asleep It's all bout the money and the fame in the ghetto All bout the money and the fame in the ghetto [Outro] Ghetto............