40 Some Flow’s - NoCap

(Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
Uh-huh (Ghetto)
Free (Ghetto)
Free, free (Ghetto)
Uh-huh, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (Ghetto)

Only time I tell a lie is to protect who I love (Uh-huh)
Baby, fuck them other niggas, they ain't nothin' like us (Uh-huh)
Said I'm cruisin' the highway, cup of Lean and this Gen' 4
Money brought every problem I had, but I'm still gettin' dope
Alone in Miami, right now I'm on the forty-somethin' floor
Rappers can't keep up, they tryin', but I got forty-somethin' flows
Come from a place where we be dyin' for nothin'
Beautiful truth, but the lies are ugly
And I just needed you to ride for somethin', for somethin', for somethin'

Say a prayer for all my haters when the jet depart
I wish that I could ride with Wap while in this Aston Martin
As I'm in shackles, I see tears in my mama face
I came home, bought her a new Benz, took off Section 8
Artillery in every city I land
Terrorist, I took the game and I ran
I seen the ball, and dawg, this wasn't the plan
Fuck the system, they keep takin' my mans

Free Ghetto
Free Ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto livin'
Yeah

They see me ballin', so they think that I'm ahead of them
But all this fame, dawg, it ain't nothin' scarier
Cry you a ocean, lake, river, or aquarium
That's what happen when I laugh
That's what happen when I—
Ah-hahahahaha

I ain't Ghetto, nigga, I'm—
I'm-I'm forty-somethin' flows up, nigga
With my AP on frozed up too, nigga
I'm on top of the world, I can see the world right now
I can see the sun hittin' off the water, and the water hittin' off the sun (Ghetto)
And the prayers hittin' off the buzz, nigga (Ghetto)
Yeah, I know you feel me (Ghetto)
(Ghetto livin') Uh-huh
(Ghetto) Yeah (Ghetto)
Free (Ghetto)
Free, free, free, (Ghetto)

Now I got my head to the sky, my feet to the ground, my finger to the judge
If the money don't move, then I won't budge, won't budge, no
I won't budge, won't budge, no
Now I got my head to the sky, my feet to the ground, my finger to the judge
If the money don't move, then I won't budge, won't budge, no
I won't budge, won't budge, no

Come from that shoebox lil' hustle, we tryna get a deal
The judge givin' us more time than we can live, dawg
Once again, it ain't no food on the table
This the shit that to turn the youth into takers, I
Trade for this money or this fame, somethin' I never would do, ooh Ayy, ride through Broward in the coupe, bumpin' 26 Coop

Only time I tell a lie is to protect who I love (Uh-huh)
Baby, fuck them other niggas, they ain't nothin' like us (Uh-huh)
Said I'm cruisin' the highway, cup of Lean and this Gen' 4
Money brought every problem I had, but I'm still gettin' dope
Alone in Miami, right now I'm on the forty-somethin' floor
Rappers can't keep up, they tryin', but I got forty-somethin' flows
Come from a place where we be dyin' for nothin'
Beautiful truth, but the lies are ugly
And I just needed you to ride for somethin', for somethin', for somethin'