Litty Season (The Gutter Symphony)
It's Fucking litty season The gutter symphony
All day ones who ain't die yet
They comin up with me
Can't see you in my rear view
The tints is too dark
I'm in the fast lane
I'm ain't neva gonna park
Real ones real ones real ones
That's all I need around me
Live so comfortable
Eatin good sleep soundly
Sunny days ahead
All we knew was the cloudy
I wanna see y'all eat
Different table, not around me
If you wasn't there for it
Ya not gonna be chere
Did I st st stutter stupid
Lemme be clear
I'll smack and attack
Any Jack talkin back
We will clap at ya cap
Brains on ya knapsack
So don't even act
Like a Mack in the chat
In ya snaps when you ain't really bout all that
I used to look in windows
Of rich people while they eatin
Freezing cold, starving on the cement
Please let me in
Then I seen the procedure hustling the ketamine and epills line the shit was retail
On top till we fail, get shot or need bail
Now I made 3 deals in just today's emails
Somebody prayin for me
How else can I explain it
So many many cats is gone
Yet by the grace of god I made it
Or my drive for survival
Made me the livest, work hard with pride it's
Hard for y'all to digest, they'd Stick knives in my iris
But I ain't die yet, still the flyest
Yet I digress
It's Fucking litty season The gutter symphony
All day ones who ain't die yet
They comin up with me
Can't see you in my rear view
The tints is too dark
I'm in the fast lane
I'm neva gonna park
I'm the Mozart of the gutter
Chaikovsky of the sewer
The Bach of the Block
Beethoven of the shooters
I've smoked angel dust with satan
On the basement steps of hades
I've gave haters ER Trips
While still praying for their babies
The kinda pain we feel
Can't be stopped with ibuprofen
Them perks henny gas for wounds that's still open
I was young dumb dude
Who'd do anything for food, have a genius IQ, but a brain is never use
Stick ups and pick ups quick get the loot
Quick to throw hands even quicker to shoot, you might think I'm just a fool
But I'm better than dudes
The WhiskeyGod now
I make Heavenly moves
I was really really there
More than nightmares
I fuxxin lived it
Really did it
Now we gon get it
It's Fucking litty season The gutter symphony
All day ones who ain't die yet
They comin up with me
Can't see you in my rear view
The tints is too dark
I'm in the fast lane
I'm neva gonna park
All day ones who ain't die yet
They comin up with me
Can't see you in my rear view
The tints is too dark
I'm in the fast lane
I'm ain't neva gonna park
Real ones real ones real ones
That's all I need around me
Live so comfortable
Eatin good sleep soundly
Sunny days ahead
All we knew was the cloudy
I wanna see y'all eat
Different table, not around me
If you wasn't there for it
Ya not gonna be chere
Did I st st stutter stupid
Lemme be clear
I'll smack and attack
Any Jack talkin back
We will clap at ya cap
Brains on ya knapsack
So don't even act
Like a Mack in the chat
In ya snaps when you ain't really bout all that
I used to look in windows
Of rich people while they eatin
Freezing cold, starving on the cement
Please let me in
Then I seen the procedure hustling the ketamine and epills line the shit was retail
On top till we fail, get shot or need bail
Now I made 3 deals in just today's emails
Somebody prayin for me
How else can I explain it
So many many cats is gone
Yet by the grace of god I made it
Or my drive for survival
Made me the livest, work hard with pride it's
Hard for y'all to digest, they'd Stick knives in my iris
But I ain't die yet, still the flyest
Yet I digress
It's Fucking litty season The gutter symphony
All day ones who ain't die yet
They comin up with me
Can't see you in my rear view
The tints is too dark
I'm in the fast lane
I'm neva gonna park
I'm the Mozart of the gutter
Chaikovsky of the sewer
The Bach of the Block
Beethoven of the shooters
I've smoked angel dust with satan
On the basement steps of hades
I've gave haters ER Trips
While still praying for their babies
The kinda pain we feel
Can't be stopped with ibuprofen
Them perks henny gas for wounds that's still open
I was young dumb dude
Who'd do anything for food, have a genius IQ, but a brain is never use
Stick ups and pick ups quick get the loot
Quick to throw hands even quicker to shoot, you might think I'm just a fool
But I'm better than dudes
The WhiskeyGod now
I make Heavenly moves
I was really really there
More than nightmares
I fuxxin lived it
Really did it
Now we gon get it
It's Fucking litty season The gutter symphony
All day ones who ain't die yet
They comin up with me
Can't see you in my rear view
The tints is too dark
I'm in the fast lane
I'm neva gonna park
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