Gutta - G Herbo

Roaches, rats, and apartments

Mama smoking, babies starving

Pistols loaded, discharging

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 swangin'

And them kids won’t see they moms again cause homie ain’t aiming

Damn the streets changing

These lil niggas dangerous

Don’t even mask up no more, 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, lose everything I got

Put my hand out on that block

Become everything I’m not

Been through that life, I blew that check, lost everything I had

This shit just left me looking silly and 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

You know if I don’t fuck with you, better not cross my path

Niggas thinking sweet ain’t seen me in the streets, 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 gettin' 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 Ls 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

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 no I ain’t tryna floss

Every real street nigga took a loss

Took a few, bounce back, shake it off

Had an X by my name, took it off

150 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 niggas, bitches, extra aggravation

And every nigga can’t be with me, I just gotta face it

Every nigga ain’t yo' nigga, read they bodies (?)

Don’t fuck with snitches, bitch niggas catch them bodies cases

Gotta leave my city, too much talent, catch a body, waste it

Get homesick, I’m right back, where that pipe at?

Same shit, snap right back, yeah it’s like that

The murder capital, everyday welcome to Chiraq

Born and raised, homicide on the morning day

Red tape, mama’s crying, it’s just the morning, wait

Bodies drop here probably more than babies born a day

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