Ghetto Symphony by Elcamino Lyrics
[Intro]
Gotta do it subtle
Got my nigga Oh Jay on the beat
You already know
It's the cook up
[Verse 1: Elcamino]
Crack in the back of my crack
Trying to relax and cop a Rolex
Sold more fish than [?] hold that
40 cal in my slacks trying to fall back from the game
It's too many rats, more niggas dealing 'caine
Keep my name out your mouth or you'll get slain
I'm in the range smoking insane
Bitch keeping my mind, these soldiers insane
The rollie plain jane, can't see me cry in the rain
Spent a hundred thousand on chains, keep the change
These other niggas lames, I'm working on my aim
Stay in your lane y'all niggas never sold cocaine
My flow is propane, them niggas are snitches
Y'all should be ashamed
I'm stacking up riches and hopping planes
Y'all burning bridges for petty change
Loyalty over everything
This ain't no fucking game
Fucking your bitch it got me drained
I don't even know her name but she a good bitch
And me, you know I'm hood rich
[Chorus: Elcamino]
My ghetto symphony
This my ghetto symphony
You know that this my ghetto symphony
And this my ghetto symphony
My ghetto symphony
You know that this my ghetto symphony
And you can get with me
You know I got them sticks on me
[Verse 2: Ché Noir]
Project baby I was born in the hood
Crew full of killers on the corners with crooks
They told us school the only way to make it out
But I'm not sure if it could
Cause to be honest experience taught me more than a book
I told my sis while we was walking to the store I said look
Feed your mind 'cause a real nigga get bored with just looks
I want a nigga that give head in the morning and cook
Or a nigga with money that will give me more than he should
I know niggas that's really rich and they don't dress in designer
That's grown money
Y'all money got me checking for minors
I heard bitches pressed to come find us
I come through waving sticks, it look like I'm directing a choir
Little bitch I'm toe tagging with toe ratchets
My bitches don't condone average
I'm gold status
Toast with bitches we got champagne spilling on our stiletto heels
All this money they surprised to see we ghetto still
[Chorus: Elcamino]
My ghetto symphony
This my ghetto symphony
You know that this my ghetto symphony
And this my ghetto symphony
My ghetto symphony
You know that this my ghetto symphony
And you can get with me
You know I got them sticks on me
Gotta do it subtle
Got my nigga Oh Jay on the beat
You already know
It's the cook up
[Verse 1: Elcamino]
Crack in the back of my crack
Trying to relax and cop a Rolex
Sold more fish than [?] hold that
40 cal in my slacks trying to fall back from the game
It's too many rats, more niggas dealing 'caine
Keep my name out your mouth or you'll get slain
I'm in the range smoking insane
Bitch keeping my mind, these soldiers insane
The rollie plain jane, can't see me cry in the rain
Spent a hundred thousand on chains, keep the change
These other niggas lames, I'm working on my aim
Stay in your lane y'all niggas never sold cocaine
My flow is propane, them niggas are snitches
Y'all should be ashamed
I'm stacking up riches and hopping planes
Y'all burning bridges for petty change
Loyalty over everything
This ain't no fucking game
Fucking your bitch it got me drained
I don't even know her name but she a good bitch
And me, you know I'm hood rich
[Chorus: Elcamino]
My ghetto symphony
This my ghetto symphony
You know that this my ghetto symphony
And this my ghetto symphony
My ghetto symphony
You know that this my ghetto symphony
And you can get with me
You know I got them sticks on me
[Verse 2: Ché Noir]
Project baby I was born in the hood
Crew full of killers on the corners with crooks
They told us school the only way to make it out
But I'm not sure if it could
Cause to be honest experience taught me more than a book
I told my sis while we was walking to the store I said look
Feed your mind 'cause a real nigga get bored with just looks
I want a nigga that give head in the morning and cook
Or a nigga with money that will give me more than he should
I know niggas that's really rich and they don't dress in designer
That's grown money
Y'all money got me checking for minors
I heard bitches pressed to come find us
I come through waving sticks, it look like I'm directing a choir
Little bitch I'm toe tagging with toe ratchets
My bitches don't condone average
I'm gold status
Toast with bitches we got champagne spilling on our stiletto heels
All this money they surprised to see we ghetto still
[Chorus: Elcamino]
My ghetto symphony
This my ghetto symphony
You know that this my ghetto symphony
And this my ghetto symphony
My ghetto symphony
You know that this my ghetto symphony
And you can get with me
You know I got them sticks on me