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g herbo – gutta lyrics

[intro]
g herbo, young n-gg- been through it all man, everything under the sun man. i do this sh-t 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-t (?)

[verse]
roaches, rats, and apartments
mama smoking, babies starving
pistols loaded, discharging
i grew up in all of it
ghetto, h-ll, slums, bottom, what you wanna call it?
n-body role models, everybody alcoholics
the shorties either gang banging on or they basketballing
well n-gg-s get left slain, stinking, cause they changed ways
and them kids won’t see they moms again cause homie ain’t aiming
d-mn it, streets changing
these lil n-gg-s dangerous
don’t even mask up no more, these lil n-gg-s brainless
i got so many fallen loved ones, n-gg- 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-t just left me looking silly and my mama sad
no n-gg- never gave me sh-t when i was down bad
i was by myself in a 6 foot room, right there on my -ss
and now i stack that sh-t and mean it like i’m on my last
i stay so low from f-ck n-gg-s like they on my -ss
you know his phone f-ck with you, better not cross my path
n-gg-s 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 (?)
(?) killers 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-gg-s 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-gg- 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-t 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-gg-s, b-tches, extra aggravation
and n-gg- can’t be with me, i just gotta face it
and (?) n-gg-, read they bodies (?)
don’t f-ck with snitches, b-tch n-gg-s 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-t, 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-t that i was born to say
love or hate me, n-gg-s bite me, b-tches wanna date me
say they ain’t groupies, they just like me, wanna have my baby
tryna trap me, be my wifey, b-tch you must be crazy
bullsh-t and problems just come that way on the daily
till i’m like f-ck all that sh-t 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

- g herbo lyrics

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