"Oh my god!" I whispered
I was at my old high school cafeteria! The only thing different is that there is a huge stage in it now! I can't believe it! All the high school students were recording and taking pictures of me. Then the cafeteria light dimmed and the curtains of the stage lifted.
August showed up behind them. He had a microphone in his hands and then he walked down the stage steps to me. He grabbed my hand and then he brought me up to the stage with him.
All the girls started screaming and crying. The instrumental to "Ghetto" came on and August started singing.
"I love the way you keep them heels on
Hair ain't yours but it's paid for and it's real long
Show them tattoos when you switch it up with your J's on
And you got an ass so fat that I can't help but feel on
And you keep it real when it comes to having sex
Girl you don't ever flex
Long as I fuck you good
You ain't worried bout what's next
That's why I keep you here
You ain't like them other hoes
Cause you the fucking best
Just in case you didn't know
[Bridge]
Cause you ain't got a half a million dollar condo
And you ain't got hundred thousand dollar car
But you got a billion dollar body
Trust me I know
You keep it hood girl no matter where you are
[Hook]
Cause you come from the ghetto
Love em' from the ghetto
Girl you're the type I like
That's why I keep you right you out the ghetto
Love em' from the ghetto
Ain't afraid to let it show
Baby, go on let them know
You out the ghetto
Better let'em know, you from the ghetto
Better let'em know
Girl you out the ghetto
Better let'em know
Better let'em know
You out that G-H-E-TT-O
You hold it down
And you never let them haters come around
Girl that's why I keep you on speed dial
Just in case some shit get bad
Keep that ratchet in your bag and a little cash
