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• Artiste: Rasaq
• Titre: I'm So Gutter
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[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