Live from the Gutter

From the bottom of my heart, man, I miss my bro

And these **** want me dead, but I know I can't go

I been popping all these Percs, got me moving real slow

And a **** stay G, I will stick to the code

Coming live from the gutter

Where you might get smoked by your brother

My **** might sell dope to your mother

Can't make it nowhere, 'cause we turning on each other, yeah

And I said I'm just a young black man, I don't really think you understand

That I really had to push that work, wasn't really tryna work for the man

And the kids fucked around and had kids, had kids, had to turn into a man

Yeah, I really had to get these bands, 'cause nobody gon' feed my fam, no

So I'm in the kitchen cooking grams, yeah

Grandma, she cussin' me, there you go judging me

But I got do what I need, I put it on the street

'Cause my babies gotta eat, yeah

And these **** want me dead, but I know I can't go

I been popping all these Percs, got me moving real slow, real slow

Coming live from the gutter, hey

Where you might get smoked by your brother

Where a **** sell, eh

Can't make it nowhere, 'cause we turning on each other

'Cause we turning on each other

I'm a young black man, I don't really think you understand

That I really had to push that work, wasn't really tryna work for the man

Keep fuckin' round and had kids, had kids, had to turn into a man

Really had to get these bands, 'cause nobody gon' feed my fam, yeah

So I'm in the kitchen cooking grams

Grandma, she cussin' me, there you go judging me

I got do what I need, I put it on the street

'Cause my babies gotta eat, yeah

Coming live from the gutter

Where you might get smoked by your brother

My **** might sell dope to your mother

Can't make it nowhere, 'cause we turning on each other