J. Cole - Lil Ghetto Nigga Lyrics




Yeah, uh
Uh, yea
Yea, uh
Fayettenam, nigga
Hahaah uh
Carolina, nigga
Yeah, Yea, let's bring it in

Yea, this is for my niggas in the struggle
Yea, this is for my niggas in the struggle
Uh, uh, uh,
Nothing but sweat, tears,
Just another perspective,
Yeah

Yo, uh
Lifestyles of the young, black and genius,
Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans,
And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus, (yea)
Play with killers hung yack and slung crack for leisure,
And tell a nigga run that and gun clap for sneakers,
Young niggas emulate what's coming out the speakers,
So everything we learn came from rappers, not teachers,
Cause if we can't relate, then how the hell you gonna reach us?
Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers, (yea) Where my trust at?
No time to think about illegal when my stomachs touching,
By any means, nigga, even if the gun is busted,
I see the world for what it is now,
I see the odds is looking slim for our kids now,
Cause, uh, it was a set up for my people to rise, (yea)
My niggas slang, but I see the pain deep in they eyes,
Niggas living like they don't give a fuck,
And I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up! (live it up)

The things that I've seen, (seen)
The dreams that I dream, (dream)
The rain in my sky,
The pain in my eyes
But know that it gets better baby,
Hope that it gets better baby,
Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw,
Don't let them break you, (you)

Yea, uh
I look up in the sky, see that ghetto birds circulate,
And rollers on the block, my niggas on the curb, cursin them, (fuck)
Another day in the ville, do I stay in and chill? (no)
Or go play in the field?
Help my mother paying these bills, you tell me, nigga!
We all young, black, some strapped,
Them whites had they lunch pack for school, we had our guns stacked.
And all a nigga wanna do is take his mother from that,
But they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back.
To kill a nigga over beef and cheddar is even better,
Just one less coon they won't have to arrest.
Fuck a crooked cop three times,
Bitch, I'm getting cake and ain't a nigga finna eat mine,
That's why a nigga looking like a street sign, (yea)
Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time.
Wake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind, (why)
Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my niggas steal purse and 'em,
Another day in the city, my niggas say it with me, yea!

The things that I've seen, (seen)
The dreams that I dream, (dream)
The rain in my sky,
The pain in my eyes
But know that it gets better baby,
Hope that it get better baby,
Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw,
Don't let them break you, (you)





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J. Cole Lil Ghetto Nigga Comments
  1. OG DAVE

    I found my old iPod and this song ranked 38 on Most played with a play count of 34. Big up J Cole on the bars and production. Great piece of work.

  2. Malamute Aerospace

    Fried chicken watermelon Cadillac car weez not as dumb as you think we is.

  3. Lyle Smith

    I wonder if I'm the only person still blasting this in 2019 ?

    Sass Quatch

    hell nah cuz

  4. F_leak Boi

    U am here again

  5. Jeffrey Richards

    Cole f*ckin World

  6. Orlando Juarez

    2019🔥

  7. Karooni Ahmed

    COLEWORLD

  8. Pariyanka Seera

    I wonder if I'm the only person still blasting this in 2018 ?

    Malik Williams

    Hell nah

    TheDudeCalledAlan

    dont worry me too

    Rasheed Belus

    Pariyanka Seera I am fashow!!

    Jose Perez

    Nah fam this was 🔥

  9. Torey.b3 .lowkey

    I remember this song having a fan made video to it.

    Jack Davies

    Torey.b3 .lowkey probably from ‘The Wire’