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Walk around my Gutta slum you gonna get robbed or shot

And if you ain't from here you best to go and find a cop

Cause people getting knocked off even when the blocks hot

Clock stopped glocks cocked yep another body dropped

Living in a crazy town but never seen butterflies

My homie gave up when he sold the dope his mother died

From yep it took her life we living in some wild times

Most people get by living with a child's mind

Never growing up we lucky if we get to see our twenties

Not a one up out here trust me run the streets I'm acting mucky

Does he live yes he must be living life that's full of fuckery

Repping for Tha Gutta slums in each and every fucking country