DIY Lyrics

Living in Tha Gutta baby everyday its fuck you pay me

Pulling jux so I'm actin shady ain't going let you bitches play me

I be on my own two standing like I'm supposed to

Ain't gonna do a thing about it should of happened over due

I caught my licks my bones bin broken standing over barrels smoking

Two sides of this coin ain't joking my life so far bin out spoken

Hittin beats like I'm roller coasting but in these streets like I'm over dosing

Like each fiend that be going homeless rep for the streets and all of the hopeless

This rite here it is our moment to go and show em how we rolling

Bringing back an era that was golden Big Pac Em That's who showed us

How to start a movement OTG Gutta Lyfers proven whats real music

In all the slums suburbs projects fuck where your from the Guttas got ye

Ha yeah I guess I went and started something

Started from the bottom in the Guttas had the junkies jumping

Growing up on Galloway Montoros what Im running

I always bin a foul child but now I got ye speakers bumping

Fuck what you moving its never been music Now I gotta show you how to really do this

OTG it is my movement your bpm be more then a nuisance

Coming off obtrusive border line stupid everything I ever hear makes me wanna lose it

Not in a hype way never wanna fight me beats or the streets your losing likely

Always gonna eat always gotta beef with all the kids who ruin the beats

Dumbed down drill music in every street lil lame kids portray chief keef

That's why I rep the way I do for all the slums and the guttas to

Names NataOne that's way I move cause ain't nobody ever tell the truth

The way I do on these records come to the hood if you ever wanna check us

Get jumped quick like a game of checkers your bitch yells king then sucks the scepter

Living in the projects minds on the profits tryna make a living as a modern day profit

While the cops on the block do everything to stop it pay no mind cause im headed to the top bitch

Found in the gutta like a dirty box cutter that slit up a face now the boy got a stutter

Just sit on the stoop and listen to your mother go back to school and look out for ye brother

From all my time in the streets living in the belly of the beast

Listen to the words that I speak you don't want this life little me