Tommy Lee Sparta - Born in the Ghetto

All my fighters, all survivors, put up your hands, strike it like this
From you born in the ghetto, I was born in the ghetto
All my hustlers, all my thugs, on the corner slinging drugs
Tryna make it out the ghetto, you gotta make it out the ghetto
They could never stop my shine, they could never stop my grind
Money always on my mind, so I'm out on this