The Game - Gutter lyrics

Let me walk through a day inside the dope spot Bullet proof cars like the pope got Fingers knockin' at my door, 6AM I hope not That sh** be f**in' 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 sh** 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 b**h 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 n***a that's gutter Gutter, gutter n***a that's gutter Gutter, gutter Keep it gutter Guess that's my mind frame n***as can't k** me cause they ain't tryna find Game Even if they was I'm at the Staples, Louboutin frames Feet on the wood, n***a 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 n***a, 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 k**ers and the everything in-between meet Get your face covered with that white sheet That n***a died over Twitter beef Tryna keep it gutter Tryna keep it gutter Keep it gutter Tryna keep it gutter Gutter, gutter n***a that's gutter