Ghetto Song Lyrics

Description:- Ghetto Lyrics Rimzee ft. RAY BLK & Meekz are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by Rimzee. This song is from Feed the Streets album. This song will release on February 16, 2024.

If you are searching Ghetto Lyrics then you are on the right post. So without wasting time lets jump on to Ghetto Song Lyrics.

Song:– Ghetto
Singer:– Rimzee
Album:– Feed the Streets
Producer:– Necho
Written:– Rimzee, RAY BLK, Meekz & Necho

Ghetto Lyrics Rimzee ft. RAY BLK & Meekz

[Intro]
(Maker Music)

[Verse 1: Rimzee]
With this box, I’m like Dillan (Word)
I’m Mike with the Piegan (Go on)
Bullets they were pinging (No)
We surviving not living (Uh)
Step with two hammers, shoot them on camera
My dinners better than Deluxe Manor (Uh)
Need a Nardo grey Cullinan
Nine fifty a onion
Running through them hoes we don’t cuff them (Never)
When it wern’t cool G
I was strapped up with the toolie
When outside was frying like Morley’s
‘Member when I try get man in the car no airplay (Never)
Phone on aeroplane, slapped my ting bare face
Plug on the phone like aux
If they beefing with my nigga, then they beefing us all
Gun big like Notorious (Uh)
Pole in my hand like a walking stick
Them niggas ain’t real, just the jewellery is (Jewellery)
I got stories untold
Ever brought man on works and they froze?
Where I’m from niggas die before there old

[Chorus: RAY BLK]
What’s a fire a to a flame? Let it burn
I speak gasoline, I got heat
I’m coming from the ghetto
It’s nothing to me, came up in the street
What’s a car to a plane? I’m a soul
Betted on me, gon’ see
I’m coming from the ghetto
It’s nothing to me, came up in the streets, dawg

[Verse 2: Meekz]
I don’t usually drop rapper verses
I don’t think they know what mashing work is
All I see is bare pussies, that’s bags and purses
Big C gave Rimzee the certy
Before I knew him, I heard him
I don’t listen, I feel it, when I listened, I felt it
When I spit, this shit’s forever like I wrote it with felt tips
You ain’t never bagged a Brizzy and felt sick
Crop yard and it’s giving me rashes
I put heat on the street like I’m giving them mashes
Play a beat let me turn it to ashes
No more blue mattress, me and Rimzee locked in like two Rastas
Shooting niggas in my sleep, I got clap ’em dreams
Got these bag of sweets, Manny Meekz, man can’t chat to me
Stack my Ps, made my first M off the streets, and I’ma do this shit again on repeat
I guessed this fire made me flame up, the way I came up, came up, the way I came up