Lyrics:

No, I ain't the type to be toyed with, played with
Or played like, 'Nah, not at all my man'
And these five hundred feet, me and all my fam
With them M16's and them 4's in hand
And if it's against me, abort that plan, it's like
Just when you thought he wasn't lookin', 'I saw that man'
Turn into Jigsaw, I might saw that man
Then somebody might snitch like, 'I saw that man'
Turn my jam up loud for the man of the hour
Benz and every H-U-M in the in the Goward
Nah, never ran, not a coward
Keep a gun by me, I learnt that from Cam up in coward
'Fam, you want grams of that powder?'
Some dirty dudes with me like they ain't big fans of the shower
Me? I let the mounds of laundry pile up
And hire your house help like I'm Angela Bower
Ghetto America, lend me your ear
Got some things that I need you to hear
And it go like: Money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud
Those the only things us ghetto niggas about
Now Jersey (come on) Queens, nigga (come on)
Brooklyn (ow) Harlem (come on)
Ladies get naked, niggas can get tired
Know I'ma be ghetto 'til I die, tell 'em why