Gutta

Young **** been through it all, man

Everything under the sun, man

I do this shit for everybody who comes from the struggles, man

The gutta what I come from, man, yeah

That they can relate to my struggle in everything that I've been through

And what I've put in to get to where I'm at

And this shit for who it's from

Roaches, rats in apartments

Mamas smoking, babies starving

Pistols loading, discharging

I grew up in all that

Ghetto, hells, slums, bottom

What you wanna call it

Nobody role models

Everybody alcoholics

The shorties either gang banging

Or they basketballing

Young **** get left slain

Stanking 'cause they came swinging

Them kids won't see they moms again

'Cause homie ain't aiming

Damn, the streets changing

These lil **** dangerous

Don't even mask up no more

These lil **** brainless

I got so many fallen loved ones

**** 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 blew my shot

Lose everything I got

Have my hand out on that block

Become everything I'm not

Been through that life

I blew that check, lost everything I had

That shit just left me looking silly and my mama sad

No **** never gave me shit

When I was down bad

I was by myself in a six 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 ****

Like they on my ass (Fuck, ****)

You know if I don't fuck with you

Better not cross my path

**** think it's sweet

Ain't seen me in the streets

I been in my bag

Gotta stay low key but I can't wait

To let 'em feel my wrath

Still trained to go

Start doing backstrokes in a bloodbath

We wake up, flame up, pop up, post up

Sell dope, clap folks, crack jokes

Still Lakeside killers with white folks

Fuck the whole seventy-fifth went black though

Started getting real money, I was seventeen

I'm twenty now, I'ma take it way back though

Fourth grade, I was tryna be Ivo

Shooting ball, playing round, raying rap though

Grammar school shit, been throwing L's up

Never knew what y'all had it out for

Young **** having real life shootouts

On my grandma house, had to move out

Start rapping, wasn't tryna be a star

I was speaking what I lived, what I knew about

Seventeen, 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 the stu, yeah, I know what I'ma do now

Meanwhile, tryna make it in a war zone

Matter of fact, let me hold that thought

My city know I ain't even gotta talk

Pull up, hop out, white chalk

Now you see me smell money when I walk

Humble with it, nah, I ain't tryna floss

Every real street **** took a loss

Took a few, bounce back, shake it off

Had a X by my name, took it off

One-fifty dream team, 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 ****

Bitches extra aggravation

And every **** that can't be with me

I just gotta face it

Every **** ain't your ****

Read they body faces

Don't fuck with snitches

Bitch **** catch them body cases

Gotta leave my city, too much talent

Catch a body wasted

Get home sick, I'm right back

Where that pipe at? (Where my pipe at?)

Same shit, snap right back

Yeah, it's like that

The murder cap, shed every day

Welcome to Chiraq

Born and raised, homicide on a mourning day

Red tape, mamas crying, it's just the morning wait

Bodies dropping probably more than babies born a day

Son and daughters dying, all the families torn away

The whole judicial system set to have you gone away

This just my life, I spit the shit that I was born to say

Love or hate me, **** bite me

Bitches wanna date me

Say they ain't groupies, they just like me

Wanna have my babies

Tryna trap me, be my wifey

Bitch, you must be crazy

Bullshit and problems just come my way on the daily

Still, 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