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Gutter!

 

Gutter!

(альбом: I Died For This!? - 2021)


My dad a no-show just like the niggas on Maury (On Maury)
You wouldn't know though unless I give you my story (You my what?)
If you not addict or dealer I guess you boring (Guess you)
You need a gimmick, I find that shit to be corny (Guess you corny)
I used to dream 'bout this shit when I was a shorty
I idolized many legends that came before me (Came before me)
I used to want all the money, fame, and the glory (What else?)
A Grammy in Best Album category (Who you think you is, nigga?)
Uh, plaques and silverware, play for plays, eating-ass, nigga
Twin mattress on the floor, sleeping-ass nigga
Iffy friends, kitchen faucet, leaking-ass nigga
Off the gas and liquor, down to my last nickel

What would you do if you came from the gutter
To a game to get some change in exchange for your struggles?
And you sang 'bout the pain that pertain to your color
Just for it to get appraised by some lame motherfuckers, yeah (Motherfuckers)

How you figure? I'm larger than life, nigga
Ain't picking no side with ya, we gon' ride 'til we die (Motherfuckers)
Flip a nigga like switches, I'm 'bout my riches
When we step up in the building, put your hands in the sky (Motherfuckers)
And put your hands in the sky (Motherfuckers)
And put your hands in the sky

Back with a vengeance
Get slapped with the strap when I'm snatching your pendant
Rappers pretending, I'll really squeeze the ratchet and end it
Compare me to who? All of these niggas whack, I'm offended
I told them I was top five and I actually meant it
Not slacking a minute, I'm actually ahead of it
My past is your present tense
Forgave you 'fore you started jacking my rhetoric
A veteran, the jacket's a letterman, the flow a headache, pass the Excedrin
This is way past your aesthetic
Far beyond the image, this is trap and rapping in your partner's Honda Civic
Or that county jail your mama visit to see if a bond was given
'Cause you took a chance to advance in a life you ain't found to live in
Why would I respond to critics?

What would you do if you came from the gutter
To a game to get some change in exchange for your struggles?
And you sang 'bout the pain that pertain to your color
Just for it to get appraised by some lame motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)

How you figure? I'm larger than life, nigga
Ain't picking no side with ya, we gon' ride 'til we die (Motherfuckers)
Flip a nigga like switches, I'm 'bout my riches
When we step up in the building, put your hands in the sky (Motherfuckers)
And put your hands in the sky (Motherfuckers)
And put your hands in the sky

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