Have a look at trick down
Down to see you face
You been locked in a cell
Standing south on the street
Hard to look though the bars
You don’t look well
Shots keep ringin’
Still no presence
To [bad word] our hardcore loves
This my [bad word] get in line
Before [bad word] home with thugs

Ghetto stars don’t go far
Ghetto traps, locked behind bars
Don’t you worry keeps your hurry
The ghetto’s know that you don’t deserve

My blood is in it
I never try to reason
My cousin Norman
But the car case [bad word] 
My family’s gringo
So I try to sing yo
Writing these efforts
While my nan plays the bingo
My scene is just a habit
Try to chase a rabbit
My family of gringo’s
Break in though the windows
I need some new clothes
Shiny new wheel wells
Kickers and teeth now
We had a big sack
I really love my family
They probably never planned me
My family’s gringo
So I try to sing yo

Ghetto stars don’t go far
Ghetto traps, locked behind bars
Don’t you worry keeps your hurry
The ghetto knows that you don’t deserve

Have a look trick down
To see my baby he’d been locked in cell
Singing songs to my sweetheart though the bars
He don’t look well

Shots keep ringin’
Still no presence
To [bad word] our hardcore loves
This my [bad word] get in line
Before [bad word] home with thugs

Ghetto stars don’t go far
Ghetto traps, locked behind bars
Don’t you worry keeps your hurry
The ghetto’s know that you don’t deserve

Ghetto stars don’t go far…