Gutter Days

Back in the gutter days Grandma made a nigga , glo up step up Climbing up rock Climbing to the top tier Yeah, I never sweat it On my forehead Like my granny say I raise inna south central Never panicking stressful Gotta get em fists folded Like manny pac-man Move around like a temple runner Like I break in somebody else's house F*ck it, booster make it Gone for a few days Play with what I stolen Like Mrs. Grinch Hey I know Imma savage villager f*ck them, I got no main bitch in my radar Points blanks , f*ck yo feeling When a nigga got no time to deal with Them dirtball wannabe snobby richer Like I play inna mortal kombat Got the cheat codes They cannot knock a Tack boy down Niggas talk shit They cannot say it In my face Hop off In my zone Make it gone Yeah Its ruthless I don't make it effortless Don't come around If they got no motion Take it out swing it To the left Hit the golf Ball like Tiger Woods Take da deep shot Inna hole I stand on my grind Mrs. motion four I got caught up With the po po Knock it onna door I brings problems I deal with it on me They got my fingerprints Like Santa Claus Ate your cookie Inna kitchen No bakery Like Cookie Monster Never drop a word I be feeling Like G.I. Joe Type of shit Snake eyes always quiet I had to keep my mouth Zip Like the silencer Pull no blast out Than the bullet Hit it in the wounds Dazzled Like the Punisher Cooks it up Bust inna head Quicker than A blackmailer Purges come to prey Gotta get ready to Battle it like Spartacus Blood and sand to Survive get my freedom I remember That I was Only ten Ten fingers down Nigga The landlord Had to make my mama Move out Lil menace four They almost ship A nigga to the juvenile