Gutta

G Herbo Young nigga been through it all man, everything under the sun man I do this shit for everybody that come from the struggle man, the gutter, what I come from man That can relate to my struggle and everything I've been through And what I put in to get to where I'm at Cause this shit for who it for Roaches, rats, and apartments (damn) Mama smoking, babies starving Pistols loaded, discharging I grew up in all of it (I grew up in all of it) Ghetto, hell, slums, bottom, what you wanna call it? Nobody role models, everybody alcoholics The shorties either gang banging or they basketballing Where niggas get left slain, stinking, cause they chain swanging Them kids won't see they moms again cause homie ain't aiming (cause homie ain't aiming) Damn the streets changing These lil' niggas dangerous Don't even mask up no more, these lil' niggas brainless (these lil' niggas brainless) I got so many fallen loved ones, nigga out here painless Don't know when it's my time to go, I keep that I'ma flame it Wanna see me dead or broke, I know I need that motivation Like if I blow my shot (blow my shot) Lose everything I got (Lose everything I got) Put my hand out on that block (what) Become everything I'm not Been through that life, I blew that check, lost everything I had (lost everything I had) This shit just left me looking silly and my mama sad (my mama sad) No nigga never gave me shit when I was down bad I was by myself in a 6 foot room, right there on my ass And now I stack that shit and mean it like I'm on my last I stay so low from fuck niggas like they on my ass (fuck nigga) You know if I don't fuck with you, better not cross my path (better not cross my path) Niggas thinking sweet ain't seen me in the streets, I've been in my bag (I've been in my bag) Better stay lowkey but I can't wait to let 'em feel my wrath Still trained to go, start doing backstrokes in the bloodbath You wake up, flame up, pop up, post up, chill, don't clap folks crack jokes Still lakeside killers for white folks Fuck the whole 75th, RIP black though Started getting real money, I was 17 I'm 20 now, I'ma take it way back though Fourth grade I was tryna be Ivo' Shooting ball, playing 'round, singing rap notes Grammar school shit been throwing L's up Never knew what we all headed out for Young niggas having real life shootouts At my grandma house, had to move out Started rapping, wasn't tryna be a star I was speaking what I live, what I knew bout 17, had labels tryna sign me Thought I might as well speak so I flew out Flew back, had to see what I was worth Hit studio, I know what I'ma do now Meanwhile tryna make it in a war zone Matter of fact, let me hold that thought (let me hold that thought) My city know, I ain't even gotta talk (what) Pull up, hop out, white chalk (skrr) Now you see me, smell money when I walk Humble with it no I ain't tryna floss Every real street nigga took a loss (every real street nigga took a loss) Took a few, bounce back, shake it off (shake it off) Had an x by my name, took it off (took it off) 150 dream team, I'm the boss (I'm the boss) I came from gambling, toting, rolling stolen transportation Police station Look at me now, tell me congratulations I got this shit straight out the mud, yeah no exaggeration I just been focused lately, money got my mind on greatness Can't stop my grind for niggas, bitches, extra aggravation And every nigga can't be with me, I just gotta face it (I just gotta face it) Every nigga ain't yo' nigga, read they bodies and faces Don't fuck with snitches, bitch niggas catch them bodies cases (catch them bodies cases) Gotta leave my city, too much talent, catch a body waste it (and waste it) Get homesick, I'm right back, where that pipe at? (where my pipe at?) Same shit, snap right back, yeah it's like that (yeah it's like that) The murder capital, everyday welcome to Chiraq (welcome to Chiraq) Born and raised, homicide on the morning day (nigga) Red tape, mama's crying, it's just the morning, wait (just the morning wait) Bodies drop here probably more than babies born a day (fucked up) Son and daughters dying, all the families torn away The whole judicial system set to have you going away This just my life, I spit the shit that I was born to say Love or hate me, niggas bite me, bitches wanna date me Say they ain't groupies, they just like me, wanna have my baby Tryna trap me, be my wifey, bitch you must be crazy Bullshit and problems just come my way on the daily Till I'm like fuck all that shit and just keep getting paper More money, all this paper, solve all the problems later They say more money then more problems, I want all the paper The problems come along regardless, what solve problems? Paper