Ghetto Innovation by THEMPeople Lyrics
[Produced by THEMpeople]
[Verse 1: Michael Anthony]
Cinematic or craftmatic
Dont fold on yo capitalistic dreams, take a stab at it
My woman ratchet, my faith Catholic
I doubt em both
Old money talk, I walk and jot some notes
Short money sing and ring the flattest notes
The wrath of God could never cleanse me
Grandmama told me before she died "lay off the Devil's soap"
I liked my lessons hard, my liquor harder
I like my women submissive, bitches content to martyr
A king, a Martin, depicted from stardom a caucus
A coalition of niggas sparking, we partly Spartans
We hold truths like dreaming and drug dealing
Get us them cold coupes and vixens with gold hoops
It's the facade
Our arrogant visions of being God
Got us when blunted, feeling like Diddy or Steve Jobs
Hear the ghetto, hear the ghetto
[Bridge]
Hear the ghetto innovation
The type of shit you only hear when peaking in the basement
Momma gone, we working
[Beat Change]
[Hook]
I wonder if you'll care about
My life story broadcasting straight from the tomb
I ponder if you'll gander on a
Grander scheme of things that lie deep in my mind's eye
Just wait a second you can see your heaven
A second moment for a first impression... live!
As long as the villain wins...
[Verse 2: LeGit]
OJ and Belvedere, never huff Cigs
But I'm as solid as metal gear
A Bond villain Beneath the linen I tend to wear
Temptation waiting like Satan who brought the devil here?
She say she love me, damn, that's something that I never hear
Pardon my facetiousness dear, but each of us here
Breaching the brink of genius in the blink of an ear
They try to breed us, but our species seemed to have disappeared
But we still here, here still like we was fucking Medus'
I'm doing work, I need a W2
Boy, in them streets it's WW3
You niggas real as WWE
Let's get this money, it ain't nothing to me
When we pull up bet it be something to see
Show up in the newest German with an Uma Thurman
Not a Lexus, but we swerving, got you niggas nervous
You should listen, pay attention, keep your proof of purchase
Naraka, the Buddha burning, shit is for a purpose
[Hook]
[Outro]
This is a free world, this is different. There are some restrictions, but theres no restrictions in you being exposed to the world. To you, uhmm, being discovered as an artist. I would say believe in your direction, and do it
[Verse 1: Michael Anthony]
Cinematic or craftmatic
Dont fold on yo capitalistic dreams, take a stab at it
My woman ratchet, my faith Catholic
I doubt em both
Old money talk, I walk and jot some notes
Short money sing and ring the flattest notes
The wrath of God could never cleanse me
Grandmama told me before she died "lay off the Devil's soap"
I liked my lessons hard, my liquor harder
I like my women submissive, bitches content to martyr
A king, a Martin, depicted from stardom a caucus
A coalition of niggas sparking, we partly Spartans
We hold truths like dreaming and drug dealing
Get us them cold coupes and vixens with gold hoops
It's the facade
Our arrogant visions of being God
Got us when blunted, feeling like Diddy or Steve Jobs
Hear the ghetto, hear the ghetto
[Bridge]
Hear the ghetto innovation
The type of shit you only hear when peaking in the basement
Momma gone, we working
[Beat Change]
[Hook]
I wonder if you'll care about
My life story broadcasting straight from the tomb
I ponder if you'll gander on a
Grander scheme of things that lie deep in my mind's eye
Just wait a second you can see your heaven
A second moment for a first impression... live!
As long as the villain wins...
[Verse 2: LeGit]
OJ and Belvedere, never huff Cigs
But I'm as solid as metal gear
A Bond villain Beneath the linen I tend to wear
Temptation waiting like Satan who brought the devil here?
She say she love me, damn, that's something that I never hear
Pardon my facetiousness dear, but each of us here
Breaching the brink of genius in the blink of an ear
They try to breed us, but our species seemed to have disappeared
But we still here, here still like we was fucking Medus'
I'm doing work, I need a W2
Boy, in them streets it's WW3
You niggas real as WWE
Let's get this money, it ain't nothing to me
When we pull up bet it be something to see
Show up in the newest German with an Uma Thurman
Not a Lexus, but we swerving, got you niggas nervous
You should listen, pay attention, keep your proof of purchase
Naraka, the Buddha burning, shit is for a purpose
[Hook]
[Outro]
This is a free world, this is different. There are some restrictions, but theres no restrictions in you being exposed to the world. To you, uhmm, being discovered as an artist. I would say believe in your direction, and do it