Ghetto Star - Bad A$$

This is for all my Low Life thug niggas yeah, 
livin' they life as a ghetto star, you know (worldwide) 

Verse 1: 

You know those days when you hear the lord calling you 
But you don't respond 'cuz you ballin' and your all in two 
Your ghetto star lifestyles, big houses and cars 
Million dollar phone calls to bad bitches and all 
A nigga don't make five bucks to spend before he come up 
Sippin' out this half a pint bout to light up this blunt 
Just reminicin' bout past years, deaths and tears 
So many fallin' peers I'd never though I'd see these years 
Swallowin' my tank of beer hope the rain hide the tears 
Pray to God I aint scared, if they bust , hide and hit 
And if they come fightin' shit I won't believe it cuz I'm low 
I'm a child of God and keep mashin' for whats good to me 
You should recognize game when it's all in your face 
Would you choose to lie and die mamed so you fall on your face 
But I refuse to lose so I ball in my space 

Hook: 

Live my life straight ballin' 
I hear the penitentary callin' 
Live my life straight ballin' 
I hear lord Jesus callin' 
Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star 

Verse 2: 

I invented my own lifestyle from crumbs and dope 
Fuck shattered dreams there's fatter things that come from hope 
You heard 'em holla "keep ya head up" 
I ask God to help us out 
The world's caught a plague and everybody's weapons out 
Shoot first, and never get to the ask questions part 
When we blast testin' marks you aint fit to live a day here 
Best to keep your heat and hold your post you wanna stay here 
It sure aint worth askin' why I stay so high 
You don'