[Intro]
Yo!
Gaza...
Dela...
Hundred... (Hundred, Hundred, Hundred)
Grants Pen
Homestead (Homestead, Homestead)

[Verse 1]
My life no pretty like fairytale
Me know me must go a Hell
It start from me 9 years old
One day me wake up and mi daddy just gone
Me start to hustle, put the muscle to the tussle
Get mi first strap, no bwoy couldn't tell me nothing
Mi gun, enuh, it don't empty
Plus me young, black and hungry

[Bridge]
Mi say, me try to do good (good, good)
Try fi keep myself out of trouble
Me did a move too fast (fast)
Police charge me pon a double...murder

[Chorus]
It rough, yeah...eh eh
Inna the ghetto weh mi come from
Come from
Sometime it get ha-a-ard...a-ard
Inna the ghetto weh mi come from
Come from
The ghetto youth dem no have no work!
Inna the ghetto weh mi come from
Come from
Nuff of dem a go under the dir...-ir-irt
Inna the ghetto weh mi come from
Come from
[Verse 2]
Wasn't really looking but I find her
5 foot 11, drive a nice car
She coming from the University
I said, "Baby, do you got a spot for me?"
She looked so boasty, but she never flexed the same
She love to drink the Henny, put the ganja to the brain
Me even bring the girl to Matthew's Lane
And she a try look Trooper in front of me

[Bridge]
Me try to be good (good, good)
Me try fi keep myself out of trouble
When me moving too fast (fast)
When you think say your love anuh nothing

[Chorus]
Times a get rough, yeah...eh eh
Inna the ghetto weh mi come from
Come from
Sometimes you gotta shed a little tear...ea-ear
Inna the ghetto weh mi come from
Come from
Sometimes you haffi look inna self!
Inna the ghetto weh mi come from
Come from
And love yourself, you nah get it from no one else, yeah
Inna the ghetto weh mi come from
Come from