[Intro]

[Hook]

I'm from the Gutta Gutta
Bread and peanut butter
Oodles noodles for dinner
Word to my mother
Around here n***as rob bitches steal
Kids get killed yup n***a
Shit is real

[Repeat]

[Verse 1:Young Money Yawn]

No father figure, only made me bigger
Like any other n***a, turned drug dealer
I'mma turn one to two, I'mma sell a killer
I'mma put my hood on, I'mma be that n***a
I'mma stack everything, I'mma see some figures
Roc-A-Fella empire n***a i am Jigga
I didn't know about the losses and the fucking droughts
Goons playin' the cut, trying to run in house
The hardest n***as gettin' knocked wanna run they mouth
Freak bitches gold diggin' playin' cat and mouse
Started from the floor, aimed to the ceiling
Gettin' knocked to square one you don't know the feeling
[Hook]

[Verse 2:Young Money Yawn]

First question Young Yawn you didn't learn your lesson
Mom didn't find all that work bitch thats my blessing
Evisu dreaming, cocaine scheming
Isotol over baking soda leave them feinds feigning
Graduated Norfolk State yea I used to hate it
Shoes was outdated, mom I fucking made it
Classmate from Baltimore, he could get it raw
Bring it back, cap it up, sell it for four times more
If it's about ends, then I'm all in
Play it safe, be loyal, and we all win
Bless the homies, charge the fuck boys like tax season
I'm from the block n***a, it's principal we gon' call it even

[Hook]

[Verse 3:Redrum]

I'm from the Gutta Gutta
A.K.A. the switch spot
Where junkies trade food stamps for crack rock
Shoot back or get shot, make a scene
All my n***as died or went to prison before 18
Strung out dope fiends still rep the set
Where youngins sell crack to buy Percocet
Strong arm, gimme that
Born broke fuck a debt
The more drugs you sell the more heads you bust
The more respect no regrets for nothing
Never had shit
N***a said fuck school had to focus on rent
Real talk, had my grandma house rocking in my early teens
Bitch I had a feind before I had a dream
[Hook]