[Hook: Rasaq]

I ain't never gon change, I'm so gutter

My jeans always gonna hang, I'm so gutter

See me rollin' on them swangs, I'm so gutter

See me grippin' on that grain, I'm so gutter

I lay back on that butter, I'm so gutter

I stay back in the gutter, I'm so gutter

See me flashin' them roc's, I'm so gutter

Nigga, It's Rasaq on the block

Yep



[Verse One: Rasaq]

Ay, I was birthed, from the mud and the dirt

Rose from under the earth, and whiped and dust from my shirt

And occupied the place, in the most ruggedest turf

When niggaz don't got jobs, but they know how to pitch that work

And bein' a hard head, will get you hurt

Niggaz is wet up, and can't wait to let that pistol jerk

Nigga Imma seed, in a garden full of weeds

Murderous thugs n thiefs, make it hard to breathe

And though I blossom by the street, the hood as a higher mount of heat

And it's shortly startin' to wither my leaves

A little boi big in my jeans, livin' my dreams

One day this rap music, gon make me live like a king

But for now I live by them fiends, spit rhymes n sing

Till I'm able to best average ditched in my seems, nigga



[Hook: Rasaq talking over hook]

I'm so gutter, lalala

I'm so gutter, lalala

I'm so gutter, lalala

I'm so gutter, lalala

I'm so gutter, I ain't never gon change

I'm so gutter, lalala

I'm so gutter, lalala

I'm so gutter, dadadadadadada



[Verse Two: Rasaq]

They got me figured out, no passion no pain

All that flasin' n braggin, make this rappin' so lame

Perhaps his raps, have a lack of no aim

Perhaps when he raps, and he brags on his chain

That infact when he raps, that he acts wit no brain

But infact, it's a fact the cash is his aim

Fans blame the rap game, and attack at his name

But no action get's no game, no rappin' get no change

Would they, rather I slang, while packin' them thangs

Passin' the cocane, lettin' it pass in they veins

I'm not askin' in vane, or goin' back against the grain

I'm jus askin', why you gotta hastle me mayne