Let me walk you through a day inside the dope spot

Bullet proof cars like the pope got

Fiends knockin' at my door, 6AM

I hope not

That shit be fuckin' with the business when the stove hot

Well look at me in the kitchen with the stove top

Ziplock bag, distribution to the whole block

Shit the whole city

We got the Paris Hilton, make your nose pretty

Make them fat hoes skinny

You got the smoke, we supply the chimney

Then we on the porch sippin' Mickeys like I know Minnie

Bitch lookin' for mollies? Tell her I got plenty

I'm in that cherry red Chevy right outside Denny's

You know me, lowkey

Window cracked and he blowin' that Ashton Kutch

Like he macked Demi

You gun talkin'? See that black semi

Blood spillin' blood on them black pennys **** that's gutter

Gutter, gutter

**** that's gutter

Gutter, gutter

Keep it gutter

Guess that's my mind frame

**** can't kill me cause they ain't tryna find Game

Even if they was I'm at the Staples, Louboutin frames

Feet on the wood, **** I could trip Lebron James

I keep it hood

Bandana with that bang bang

Red rag .45, that's the same thing

I take the same route home in the same lane

Same car, same ****, just the fame changed

I walk around like I never heard the same Game

Watch Menace To Society but caine caine

Then I became king leader of the chain gang

Still park my Rolls Royce and hop back on the same train

Then hop out on the same street

Where the dealers and the fiends eat

Where the killers and the everything in-between meet

Get your face covered with that white sheet

That **** died over Twitter beef

Tryna keep it gutter

Tryna keep it gutter

Keep it gutter

Tryna keep it gutter

Gutter, gutter

**** that's gutter