[Hook- I never gon change, I'm so gutter My jeans gonna hang, I'm so gutter See me on them swangs, I'm so gutter See me on that grain, I'm so gutter I lay back on that butter, I'm so I stay back in the gutter, I'm so See me flashin' them roc's, I'm so Nigga, Rasaq on the block Yep
One- Rasaq] Ay, I was birthed, the mud and the dirt Rose from under the earth, and whiped and from my shirt And the place, in the most ruggedest turf When niggaz don't got jobs, but they know how to pitch that And bein' a hard head, will get you Niggaz is wet up, and can't to let that pistol jerk Nigga Imma seed, in a garden full of thugs n thiefs, make it hard to breathe And though I blossom by the street, the hood as a higher mount of And shortly startin' to wither my leaves A little boi big in my jeans, livin' my One day this rap music, gon make me live like a But for now I live by fiends, spit rhymes n sing Till I'm able to best average ditched in my seems,
(Rasaq talking over hook) I'm so gutter, I'm so gutter, I'm so gutter, I'm so gutter, I'm so gutter, I ain't gon change I'm so gutter, I'm so gutter, I'm so gutter,
Two- Rasaq] They got me figured out, no passion no All that flasin' n braggin, make this rappin' so Perhaps his raps, have a of no aim when he raps, and he brags on his chain That infact when he raps, he acts wit no brain But infact, it's a fact the is his aim Fans blame the rap game, and at his name But no action get's no game, no get no change they, rather I slang, while packin' them thangs Passin' the cocane, lettin' it pass in veins I'm not askin' in vane, or goin' against the grain I'm jus askin', why you hastle me mayne