Guttaville n***as pop pop peaple get killed down in

Guttaville hustle hard or broke steel down in

Guttaville for a wait for society

Guttaville I wish the devil would try me

I'm riding low white walls on the caddy steel

I'm high as the rocks all the way to lattyville

Not far from figures stop ask him how yah papi feel

Clean cut keep the head nappy still

Guttaville yeah we broke out here

Peel the road like blunts when u smoked out there

Imagine takin the stunt some place where n***as left you

Then they tried to test you you made them all respect you

See that's exactley where my people come from

The grind the audience the slash and beans come from

We done walked through the stormy weather sleeped with my gun

There's a lot of math I don't wanna teach to my son

The cop of rocks the stove and the beaker be one

See the simple mind will always have to pay a hard price

Where I'm from its cold we keep the heater at night

Chained the only one that had to live the hard knocked life we from

To the hook

You can die on the corna come up off a quarter

Place an order have over easy under some water

You can get whatever you need

40 ounces and w**d coca leaves cook in the kitchen kids play in the streets

15 with heat belt buckles stuck on they knees

Guttaville n***as pop pop peaple get killed down in

Could we direspect jumpin you n***as and bleed

Money this and burnas cars beef and the murdas

Tryin tah change for em juss say f**k em we dirty

Get jacked for your jersey

Get that a*s shot for your rims

Shootin dice broad daylight up on kakies and timbs

At the club n***as 16 deep in the truck

N***as talkin s**t they ain't strapped stupid as f**k

Built to the 51 tray you would see wat I mean

You ain't gotta be an actor to get cuffed on the scene

The roads'll spot him he here for the whole part of him

He don't care he only stopped

He will ran on your whole block we from

Either kill or be killed

You can fake or be real turn into somebodys meal

Chyea

My whole section is 8 steel

We live off of let's make deals with killers that take pills

No marta we stay real eat off your meal

Fat but posted on your god for wantin meal

God my hood's I'll save 'em

Workin hard 9 to 5 but won't pay 'em

The lord treat my n***as like roaches they tryna spray 'em

The government be hallin tin folk they ok 'em

Black to the future they tryna back to the day

Us

The devil never played for oakland we still raiders

Only god can save us