| Yo watch out watch out watch out |
| Oh shit, oh |
| Now what you bitch ass niggas |
| DM |
| Still ice around my neck |
| Still (Find me in the Jets) |
| Still Tims, chunky black |
| Still (Fitted to the back) |
| Still just can’t seem to get away |
| We love it here |
| Still got love in the hood |
| Still (Smoking on the goods) |
| Still keeping it real |
| Still reppin' Divine Mill |
| Still just can’t seem to get away |
| Ooh find myself here every day |
| (Yo, yo, yo, yo) |
| Oh, I’m still ghetto |
| I know you still ghetto this trip |
| So it’s more quarter juices and chips (Yeah) |
| Still in the bricks with dead presi’s we flip (Oooh) |
| Peep this, I whips a whip |
| While twirling a spliff |
| Not to mention this a 5-speed clutch and shift |
| I’m still ghetto |
| Jah Jah’s coming through on some new swift shit (Uh) |
| Bet you see me in the 6 you get scandalous |
| Playa haters is sick, straight can’t handle this |
| Don’t make me whip out them hammers kid |
| I’m still ghetto |
| (So I quietly creep, how bout you) |
| I’m nice with my hands, swift on my feet |
| (True, though acapella hard, hard on beats) |
| I’m smooth with that thug shit, you know |
| (Holla back at me B) |
| No quarrels, straight to the back |
| No doo-rag, your brains is out |
| Throw back Julius Herbertz no doubt |
| (I got a 5X white tee, jeans are morays |
| Red Nike head band wrapped around the baldie |
| We still ghetto) |
| Ghetto, still ghetto baby |