AUDIO: Ghetto Poetry by Rob49

American singer-songwriter and talented artist, Rob49, introduces a new song titled "Ghetto Poetry".

The well enchanted song serves as Rob49's latest entry this year following previously released songs.

Furthermore, the impressive single features Award-winning music star, Chase Fetti who delivered an amazing verse.

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Rob49 Ghetto Poetry Lyrics:
Yeah

Yeah, we done left niggas toe-tagged, I put racks all in my ho hand
Every time I pop outside too fresh, I make my ho mad
We came from the bottom of the bottom, we can't go back
One thing that I learned, when you in these streets, you can't go out sad
I've been tryna keep my mental straight, but it's in a bad place
Every time I got that bag straight, I make sure fam ate
I be gettin' real cake, niggas'll think it's my fuckin' birthday
Every time they play with Vulture Mafia, they in a hearse, ayy

Anything I was a prospect, I come straight from out the project
Pen was in that trap house, he was tryna make a nine stretch
I can't say too much 'bout what he did, but that's that on that
Ain't put no cap in my raps, it only be facts in my raps
Anything I was a prospect, I come straight from out the project (uh-huh)
Pen was in that trap house, he was tryna make a nine stretch (uh-huh)
I can't say too much 'bout what he did, but that's that on that (look)
Ain't put no cap in my raps, it only be facts in my raps (uh)

I'm a dangerous cat, you niggas still hang with rats (that's a fact)
It's an exclamation on it if my name attached (I know)
I ain't never fakin' jacks, I will aim this gat at your cabbage (baow, baow, baow)
That shit'll look like a tomato splat
Get 'em off the stage, head was off a haze
A nigga talkin' braz', we sparkin' Ks (brr)
Knocked his fuckin' head off his braids
P caught the waves and didn't hesitate with it to pass sauce
I told him I was 'bout to cop a half a brick of dog
They said my shit is barkin', but fetty the competetion (uh-huh)
These young niggas lost, and they ready to pop them pistols
Watch who with you, niggas stick you, leave you with no pot to piss in
Headshots for all my oppositions

Anything I was a prospect, I come straight from out the project
Pen was in that trap house, he was tryna make a nine stretch
I can't say too much 'bout what he did, but that's that on that
Ain't put no cap in my raps, it only be facts in my raps
Anything I was a prospect, I come straight from out the project
Pen was in that trap house, he was tryna make a nine stretch
I can't say too much 'bout what he did, but that's that on that
Ain't put no cap in my raps, it only be facts in my raps