"Live From The Gutta" lyrics

Reds on in this bitch, now, who want [?]
Real reds on [?] shit
My niggas love money, hoes, cars, clothes
Y'all niggas clone as hell, still boro clothes
35 now, it's 40 tomorrow
If you talk street name off the porch, that's a problem
Oldheads hand me the tortch, said I got them
Something new, sitting with them forgis up on it
All my niggas said go hard on this rap shit
So real talk, I'ma go hard on this rap shit
But at the same time, remain the same grind
Live by the code, get rich or die trying
Dreams of the interstate, fed case nightmares
Lord knows, I wish I had Lil Mike here
If it's cheese in the trap, then it's mice there
I'll buy the whole bag if the price fair
Nigga

Gudda
Gudda
Gudda
Gudda
Bitch, I'm from the gudda
Ask who is Dame? Nigga, I'll say forever gudda
Bitch, the one and only, ain't no other
Streets stand up, we live from the gudda

Forever gudda shit, might go and buy a chopper for the fuck of it
Lips poking out the ryms, like them bitches kissing
Niggas couldn't see me, with 2020 vision
Went to sleep hungry, so I woke up in the kitchen
Somebody call the cops, my bag missing
Each and every last ho on some secret business
These niggas not friends, so I keep a distance
Since I dropped [?] I've been feeling tension
I can't even spell lose, so I keep winning
These niggas so broke, they can't pay attention
Know a couple fuck boys, plenty hate in them
Not tripping on shit, real how I remain
I just want the money, nigga, you can keep the fame
Since a young nigga, dawg, always had a name
Make a bird disappear, David Blane
Nigga

Gudda
Gudda
Gudda
Gudda
Bitch, I'm from the gudda
Ask who is Dame? Nigga, I'll say forever gudda
Bitch, the one and only, ain't no other
Streets stand up, we live from the gudda