[Chorus:]

Yea you know I’m from the
Gutter, Gutter, Gutter
And you living in the
Gutter, Gutter, Gutter
Nobody cares for you a smidge
When your just another ghetto kid
And you living in the
Gutter, Gutter, Gutter

[Verse 1:]

This is for my people
From the streets
Trunk bumpin’, steady duckin’
The police
Yea yea yea
Mama in the kitchen whipping up a feast
And daddy in the trap and ain’t been home for weeks
Yea yea yea
People strung out on that Yaya
Getting geeked in my hood
Dead bodies in a gutter for a week in my hood
People out here starving with no food to eat
So I’m super sweet but turn into a beast