Gutterville

Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Oh my God, shit is real
(Oh my God, shit is real)
(Oh my God, shit is real)
(Oh my God, shit is real)

Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Niggas getting shot and getting killed
(Niggas getting shot and getting killed)
(Niggas getting shot and getting killed)
(Getting shot and getting killed)

Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Nigga, fuck how you feel
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)

Reporting live from the gutter
Reporting live from the trap
Reporting live from the bando

Damn that's the lokish
This ain't the land of the promise
You tell the man that we know it
You tell the man that we notice

That they tryna keep us from the 'burbs, stuff us in the hood
But fuck that, we ain't into thinking we just into partying
We know they manufacture all the drugs we into probably
And woonga turned homies I grew up with into zombies
Now the Grim reaper's no sleeper he taking souls all the time
Mama cryin', they killed her son for taking clothes off the line
And niggas catch that virus from chasing hoes all the time
Now graveyards are out of space, no more making holes on the ground

Plenty hoes on the grind and they sell it for fifty bucks
That nigga told her he love her, he told her so he could fuck
I heard Brenda's got a baby, now Zama's got baby
And not even halfway through high school, aborting it if she want
They said education is key but there's no jobs still
So dealers they be selling them keys but they no locksmiths
Pray you get through day, and that it's God's will
Cause If the thugs don't shoot you my nigga just know the cops will

Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Oh my God, shit is real
(Oh my God, shit is real)
(Oh my God, shit is real)
(Oh my God, shit is real)

Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Niggas getting shot and getting killed
(Niggas getting shot and getting killed)
(Niggas getting shot and getting killed)
(Getting shot and getting killed)

Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Nigga, fuck how you feel
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)

Reporting live from the gutter
Reporting live from the trap
Reporting live from the bando

Damn that's the lokish
This ain't the land of the promise
You'll never see it on TV
This ain't the land that they showing

Eat that bread without the butter
Either Jesus or the gat
Nigga, we grew up where they can't go

Damn thats that the lokish
This ain't the land of the promise
You tell the man that we know it
You tell the man that we notice

This ain't the way it should be
This ain't the way we should live
You got enough you could spare
Ey, by the way, you should give
Cause if you don't we gon' running up in parliament taking shit
We tired of taking shit
You can fire, we taking hits
We fired up and we got the fire we bring an army
Sworming, this ain't a greeting, this wave, it's a tsunami
You got me
It's for the innocent people that all your cops kill
At least we know if we don't shoot first we know the cops will

Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Oh my God, shit is real
(Oh my God, shit is real)
(Oh my God, shit is real)
(Oh my God, shit is real)

Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Niggas getting shot and getting killed
(Niggas getting shot and getting killed)
(Niggas getting shot and getting killed)
(Getting shot and getting killed)

Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Nigga, fuck how you feel
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)