Gutta Gutta - Young Money Yawn, Shy Glizzy, Kidd Kidd

I’m from the Gutta Gutta

Bread and peanut butter

Oodles noodles for dinner

Word to my mother

Around here niggas rob bitches steal

Kids get killed yup nigga

Shit is real

No father figure, only made me bigger

Like any other nigga, turned drug dealer

I’mma turn one to two, I’mma sell a killer

I’mma put my hood on, I’mma be that nigga

I’mma stack everything, I’mma see some figures

Roc-A-Fella empire nigga i am Jigga

I didn’t know about the losses and the fucking droughts

Goons playin' the cut, trying to run in house

The hardest niggas gettin' knocked wanna run they mouth

Freak bitches gold diggin' playin' cat and mouse

Started from the floor, aimed to the ceiling

Gettin' knocked to square one you don’t know the feeling

First question Young Yawn you didn’t learn your lesson

Mom didn’t find all that work bitch thats my blessing

Evisu dreaming, cocaine scheming

Isotol over baking soda leave them feinds feigning

Graduated Norfolk State yea I used to hate it

Shoes was outdated, mom I fucking made it

Classmate from Baltimore, he could get it raw

Bring it back, cap it up, sell it for four times more

If it’s about ends, then I’m all in

Play it safe, be loyal, and we all win

Bless the homies, charge the fuck boys like tax season

I’m from the block nigga, it’s principal we gon' call it even

I’m from the Gutta Gutta

A.K.A.

the switch spot

Where junkies trade food stamps for crack rock

Shoot back or get shot, make a scene

All my niggas died or went to prison before 18

Strung out dope fiends still rep the set

Where youngins sell crack to buy Percocet

Strong arm, gimme that

Born broke fuck a debt

The more drugs you sell the more heads you bust

The more respect no regrets for nothing

Never had shit

Nigga said fuck school had to focus on rent

Real talk, had my grandma house rocking in my early teens

Bitch I had a feind before I had a dream