Ghetto Youth (Clean) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[C5][C][C5]
[C]

[Verse 1]
Why y 'all was in y broke heads,
planned how I go get it, spin the bottle
Me and my niggas was pushing mopeds
and yanking back the throttle
Before I learned the art,
I was selling go -karts and bike parts
Yep,
Yung
[C]Ornette, aka
Aristotle
The biggest and most colorful is
Marvin
The wittiest and the hostest,
instigating all the squabblers
I grew up with all the walk -wallas,
scholars, and shot -callers
Beep for the 808
August
Street
[C]Honestly, ain't nobody can
represent them as long as me
I [C]sing a sad song for all my real niggas,
rest in peace
All ghetto youth, hold tight
[C]Your time will come
I started out against the odds,
live in stereo
Type just a ghetto youth, eatin' cereal
A good kid with potential,
college material
[C]Gave it up to be the mark,
Grand
Imperium
Now [C]here we go another
freestyle fellow adventure
How about another rendezvous
for the inventors?
The [C]parties may be hard to find,
but well worth it
You know we got all the
flavors to make it perfect
My [C]people always try to tell me,
you should commercialize
[C]Realize, socialize, so you can optimize
I try to tell them, we run our own enterprise
We keep it wise, not like those other guys
Our factory, more than satisfactory
The underground is backing me,
suckers is hacking me
[C]But I still keep it all in perspective
Accept the eclectic, respect my collective
Ah, can't hold, hold tight
Your time for calm
My daddy was [C]a jazzy pimp about
Alabama
But he could've had a bit of
Trinidadian up in his grammar
And my mama had a gypsy
type with stance and slang
I was conceived after a
Swanson
TV dinner
Couple amphetamines, few rails of snow,
dark strong liquor
Winston
Lights, I grew up with the name
Mike
Or would it take flight,
another kid who called me white
My foster parents were
Molly and
Duddy
Slaughter
[C]My old dad and
Aunt
Irv had to get restraining orders
When I turned [C]nine, I moved in with
Elaine
Nobody in my family has my last name
I used to fight with my teachers,
run from the church and the preachers
Smoking a reefer with skeeters,
under
Audubon,
Judah high school bleachers
Having amateur sex with
Dorsey,
Don's cheerleaders
Kill a
Cali
B -Boy on radio with
Tron and
Adidas
Non -productive environment,
roots open for [C]cheaters
I have knowledge of
self and I still believe in
Jesus
Get on youth, hold tight, your time will come
All
Gatoyol hold tight, your time for calm
Get on youth, hold tight,
your time will come
[C]All
Gatoyol hold tight,
your time for [C]calm
You