Lyrics The Ghetto (Do What Ya Gotta Do) - Christión

Christion
Can I tell ya′ll a story
About my history
I'm sure a lot ya′ll can relate to me
You see I'm from the ghetto
A place where me and my brother shared
The hardwood floor when the winter was cold
I'm talkin about the ghetto
Said the ghet the ghet the ghet
I′m not going to stay here no
I got plans to get out of here
I see my name, big lights
Oh Lord I want to take some of that good life
I want to be
I want to be
A superstar, go get them
Superstar, oh I want to be yeah
I′ve got be dreams
Of being a, superstar go get them
Superstar (a ghetto super star)
That is all I want to be
What you know about that hard knock life?
What you know about that ware fare life?
Scrape for dinner and government cheese
Praying for the Lord
Lord you bless me
Oh, and get grandmama out
Try to buy every Foot Locker out
Living ghetto fabolous no doubt
You know what I'm talking about
I want to be...
Rolling out slamming cadillac doors
Holding down every homie I know
Never ever ever will I be broke
I want to be I want to be a ghetto superstar
Rolling out slamming cadillac doors
Never ever ever will I be broke
Holding down every homie I know
I want to be I want to be a ghetto superstar
And if some of ya′ll went through what i went through
You know I just want ya'll to bob ya′ll head
Cause you know every one didn't come from great homes