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Ghetto Commission - Trying To Make It Lyrics

  • f/ Mr. Serv-On
  • [Spade]
  • I'm a soldier tryin to make it on these streets
  • Chorus
  • [Dolliolie]
  • I'm tryin to make it
  • [Spade]
  • I'm a soldier tryin to make it on these streets x4
  • [Mr. Serv-On]
  • It seems like I've been tryin to make it out for years
  • Niggas always asking me to spell something well today I'ma spill tears
  • Because it seems lately thats all I know; and as for my cousin,
  • I don't know whether to call her a dopehead or a hoe
  • Cause she *****in for needles, but Lord I love my peoples
  • I look at my tank in the mirror and hope I see something better
  • But since i was nine i've been writing dear God letters
  • Asking him to heal me and my block a bunch of sins committed
  • But if a nigga call me in the middle of the night
  • this street life shit I'm still wit it
  • I try to accept it they tell me you are where you from
  • So i guess i from dope, murder, and depression
  • I still haven't learned my lesson
  • Cause it seem like I'm a walk this motha*****a bad as *****
  • Until the bags on my feet
  • Mr. S-E-R uh V duckin from these streets
  • Chorus 4X
  • [Halloway]
  • I never had a role model
  • Because my pappy hit the bottle
  • And when on that nigga
  • He *****ed wit a nigga so my love for him was shadowed
  • My momma constantly told me "Darling keep yo head up"
  • But momma you bets ta call him cause I'm gettin fed up
  • I was only sixteen wit the responsiblity of a grown man
  • Any situation I encountered in school
  • won't that coo so I broke the rules
  • I got tired of being teased for wearing Wranglers instead of Lee's
  • And I put that ha ha shit for free and I gained some enemies
  • ????, half of my neighborhood was on drugs
  • But my momma showed me love, she had to accept that I was a thug
  • Imagin dealers not bein busted, police force not bein curropted
  • No more pistol play in public and only God doin the judgin
  • Chorus 4X
  • [Valerio]
  • I grew up in poverty, eatin commodity, tried to carry myself modestly
  • When the first and the fifteenth came around,
  • felt like we hit the lottery
  • I was too young to understand but old enough to remember
  • We ate leftovers all the time, Santa Clause didn't come on Christmas
  • The streets made us vicious,
  • surrounded by killers throughout my childhood
  • Hustlers hustle, and they showed me that it was good in my neighborhood
  • You stand mighty, they flash thier cars when they get excited
  • Momma got fired, no pention plan when she retired
  • More wood to the fire, a bad situation got worse
  • Stopped goin to church, started puttin in work,
  • the man of the house ?????
  • But imagine if I wasn't filled with hatred
  • If I wasn't trapped in the game, I probably would make it
  • [Spade]
  • Imagin life without illegal drug transactions
  • That's some shit I can't see when I'm tryin to make it on these streets
  • I'm a soldier on the path that I ride is the path that I die
  • I'm gonna make a case cause I'm not satisfied with just gettin by
  • I'm a score me two chickens and hit my boulevard within my ward
  • Like a man if I get caught up I can't do nothin but accept my charge
  • ***** rap, that's not where it's at, dawg I'm keepin it real
  • It's all about the scrill, that's the shit the niggas could feel
  • Chorus 4X

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