Empre$$ - Gutter (feat. Quality, D-Money & Jizzy the Genius) Lyrics

I'm from the east side cooling wit my young niggas
Imma franchise know I'm worth a couple 100 figures
Call me empress I feel so relentless
I'm about my business
Rolex rollie tipping who you dissing
Bitch step back and listen
Money conversations you ain't know give you a demonstration
That bitch crown I'm taking who's your man and who the f*cks he dating
All up in them DMs tryna see him
Flexing for no reason
You was tryna keep him hoe you sleeping take that trick then leave him
This ain't cuffin season please believe it chasing back my demons
Standing at the corner with them d-boys yea they pack them heaters
Trap house moving kilos back to nino
Strapped up like Gambino
Counting up these c-notes got the g code
Move work like them repos
F*ck nigga better say some or that 40 cal get busting
Test my niggas on some fly shit and they pulling up like it's nothing
We outta town with that slight work keep breaking down like commas
Get jacked up for talking shit stay quiet nigga no drama
Trap hard it don't make sense
This crack game going ape shit
Got 48 for the low price if you smoke twice for the same shit
Lil f*ck boi you basic I'm riding low on spaceships
My trackfone keep patients want some more work have patience

Imma street nigga, all the freaky bitches love that
The way I catch that ass she thinking daddy where ya gloves at?
Posted in the stones with some stoners getting stoned at
Oh you smoking opps? Well nigga, we been on that
Hanging with some killers that I know for sure gone blow that
When come up from the gutter, all you gone have is yo mother
Better look out for ya brother, treat ya sister like ya daughter
When you come up from the gutter watch yo niggas get popped
Same bitches that you kissing, all them hoes giving top
Same niggas you call gang, watch them niggas flip like flops
Ever since that I could walk, I've been running from the cops
Picket fences in my path, guaranteed to get hopped
Most of you niggas out here pigs, like some f*cking pork chops
Up glocks send shots, til yo f*cking body drop
Glee shoot Bishop shoot, watch them niggas Diddy bop
All you niggas sleeping on me, ion care this shit gone stop
AG 4 Life, Port Squad we on top

Back at it again, with my niggas in my city
Who told you it'll be safe, and who told you it'll be pretty
Gun shot, after gun shot, polices is the main opp
Mamas head getting real hot when is it gonna stop
Homies getting shot, while 12 getting respect
It's like I'm in the courthouse I wanna object
You should look into the eyes of the poor
Niggas running game on the block loaded for war
Picture this, sitting and watching me run game on yo bitch
I ain't worried bout shit, who the f*ck you rolling with
They got the whole town running round, running with they pole
When that choppa start drumming niggas running like a snotty nose
Guns everywhere, sunrise to sunset
Gotta big money check, money, power & respect
The streets ain't for everyone, tell me who's next
I'm like the undercover scout, looking for the best
And I suggest, that you get ya head straight
Cause my niggas coming for you with a shovel and a rake
Bout to put you in the dirt, don't give a f*ck if it hurts nigga

Homicide is the name in the summer time
Get to popping ya cranium when its drama time
I ain't a gangsta nor affiliate with gangbangers
Cause all my niggas in my hood I know are still slanging
13 years old I moved up out my mama house
When them boys start infesting I slept on the couch
No electricity we was tryna figure out
Why this shit we worked for got us more stressed when we not around
Away from my home invasions with ratchets blazing
School of hard knocks I graduated with a lack of patience
The devil tryna make room for greatness he's back there waiting
Hoping I don't slip up I'll never give up my lord is faithful
I hear a voice in my head tell me calm down
Too many problems on my hands so I don't smile
Don't look down I've been dreaming since a lone child
Working endless nights in the studio just to shut it down