G Herbo - Gutta lyrics

[Intro] G Herbo, young n***a been through it all man, everything under the sun man. I do this sh** 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 sh** (?) [Verse] 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 on or they basketballing Well n***as get left slain, stinking, cause they changed ways And them kids won't see they moms again cause homie ain't aiming Damn it, streets changing These lil n***as dangerous Don't even mask up no more, these lil n***as brainless I got so many fallen loved ones, n***a out here painless Don't know when it's my time to go, I keep that (?) flaming Wanna see me dead or broke, I know I need that motivation Like if I blew 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 sh** just left me looking silly and my mama sad No n***a never gave me sh** when I was down bad I was by myself in a 6 foot room, right there on my a** And now I stack that sh** and mean it like I'm on my last I stay so low from f** n***as like they on my a** You know his phone f** with you, better not cross my path n***as thinking sweet ain't seen me in the streets, I've been at my back 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 (?) (?) k**ers for white folks (?) Tryna get real money, I was 17, I'm 20 now, I'ma take it real back though Before grade I was tryna be Ivo', shooting ball, playing round, singing rap notes Gramma (?) Never knew what we all headed out for Young n***as 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 So I might as well (?) till 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 I'm with it and no I ain't tryna floss And real street n***a 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 sh** straight out the mud, yeah no exaggeration I just been focused lately, money got my mind on gravy Can't stop my grind for n***as, b**hes, extra aggravation And n***a can't be with me, I just gotta face it And (?) n***a, read they bodies (?) Don't f** with snitches, b**h n***as 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 sh**, 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 sh** that I was born to say Love or hate me, n***as bite me, b**hes wanna date me Say they ain't groupies, they just like me, wanna have my baby Tryna trap me, be my wifey, b**h you must be crazy Bullsh** and problems just come that way on the daily Till I'm like f** all that sh** 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's on problems paper