Ghetto (Intro) Lyrics by J.I the Prince of N.Y
They say blood’s supposed to be thicker than water
I told Brody, if you smoke ’em, you gon need more than a lawyer
They put money on my head, thank God I got these supporters
I fell in love with this shawty, I hope she give me a daughter
Shit, I’m lucky how you tell it
I be rolling with them felons
That’ll crack your watermelon
Keep your mouth shut, don’t be tellin’, no, no
Picture perfect, it could be worth it for the both of us
I scolded Brody, he was letting groupies get too close to us
Cartier my glasses, so I know I gotta focus up
Walking through that fire, hoping nobody would notice us
Unapologetic, how can I tell you I’m sorry?
Put you on a yacht while I’m feeding you calamari
Put you in position, but you was moving too salty
Butterflies inside of your stomach before you call me!
Counting dead presidents while I’m getting my hair braided
Who am I to let you walk over me just like staircases?
If you really think that I’m tripping, just check my shoelaces
Make the spot hot with your mouth, they forgot what toothpaste is
My emotions be all over the place!
You in pain, I see it written right all over your face
Running laps around the game and I ain’t slowing my pace
Sometimes I be walking round my city without showing my face
If I gotta love my enemies, I’ll show ’em why I’m toxic!
They gon run they mouth because I know they like to gossip!
They gon talk about you how they want when you the topic
Different people wanna step inside my circle like a mosh pit
Iced-out jewelry on my neck, what’s the occasion?
They gon play my music in the Middle East to Asia
Bullets have your body shaking up like you got tased
Cutting down trees, they say I’m stacking too much paper
Too much Rasta pasta on my plate like I’m Jamaican
I know she ain’t friendly, she gon let ’em know she taken
Different groupies all up on my body, she can’t take it
Put your middle fingers up if you don’t fuck with haters
I’m in Ibiza with my Visa
Trynna tell this girl I love her
Took a flight to Puerto Rico
To introduce you to my mother
We was posted in them trenches
We ain’t make it home for supper
Before we get started
This is my ghetto introduction
