ghetto world

yeah everybody wanna know who jacki-o is, well i'm just a girl that's trying to stay a float, trying to make it out of this struggle no scars, it's hard real hard baby you just got to do, what you got to do, do what you got to do, my old girl gave me strength and she raised me well, she said don't hold in you got to write about this hell, well momma you had a born winner and i ain't crazy, i'm a survivor hell i'm a 80's baby, the streets raised me, a bitch don't get no rougher then that, liberty city? it don't get no tougher then that, don't get it twisted i'm from the hood, i'm a fortunate girl, i see more money then them bitches in the corporate world, kick in the cloey party in prada, shop at the harbor?, i'm a booster bitch, why bother?, i love the way my weed blow in the ghetto breeze, i'm in miami where i live it ain't no palm tree's, niggaz be on the block with work they got from the dock, we flintsone kids we surrounded by bricks and rocks, and my thugs don't give a fuck about catching a case, we bring them stacks back i-95 and they exit on 8, o'damia], i'm addicted to this ghetto world, it's hard on a ghetto girl, what am i gonna do? when this is the life i choose, this nigga put me down but he started to change, he put the chevy up nigga went and cop the range, tucking in his shit then he started talking funny, but i say i'm a gutter bitch and i won't change for money, i ain't a little girl i'm out here on my own, and the decisions i made they turnt me to a woman, the booze the bars the jumping into dudes cars, fights with broads the life of a ghetto star, i could be lamping on ripplekey? i done seen the stacks, but i be in u.s.a getting my weed stacked, if that's chanel i'm rocking maybe a topic, of a bitch conversation in the latest street gossip, so be it i don't even see it, i just breeze through the hood, blow tree's and i'm good, the box of shifty i'm linking bout fifty, my gutter bitches get me vibe and sing with me, o'damia], i'm addicted to this ghetto world, it's hard on a ghetto girl, what am i gonna do? when this is the life i choose, it's been so bad to fast walking the streets, auction for half the cost we got it for free, that's how we eat showing love breaking tips off, making ends meat with that instant credit rips off, we love the streets ain't nothing out of reach, we play hard and be strong the struggle won't be long, as i open up my window to a new day, the sun shine but the skies are still gray, all the scars i bare i'm glad god is there, aint no complaints it's hard but it's fair, i ain't laying down even when it's trouble, it ain't nothing i just keep me a hustle, i roll through the beams then through the scotts, enjoying my hood and listening to pac, i remember not to let it control me, i just keep my head up and i won't let it fold me, o'damia], i'm addicted to this ghetto world, it's hard on a ghetto girl, what am i gonna do? when this is the life i choose,