Lemme give a visual
Obama Phone with a broke screen
Small house
Sleeping on the couch
One room with five dope fiends
Bathroom with the smoke screen
From the foggy rock
I couldn't breathe
Winter time made me chatter teeth
But I stayed silent
I kept it G
I'm shooting 22's
Gotta 23 tag on my shoes
Since eating lunchables
Never gave the FED's a truth or clue
I never had to choose
Between a hoe or getting food
I marched right through a famine
Left me damaged
And it stole my youth
Now she tryna steal my soul
Inside this benzo coupe
She a demon
She got fangs
But I ain't feel a tooth
Used to starvin'
So the fight for the food is common
'notha day 'notha dolla'
Another spent case from the Taurus
I wasn't born heartless
Broke it down when I was starving
Out the Womb runnin'
Couldn't risk the crawlin'
This a hammer not a jammer
6 nails for yo coffin
Outlived by my grandma
Is what they tryna accomplish
Bitch
Cornballs wanna talk
They burdened with emotions
See the fruits of my labor
They steady tryna spoil it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
Cornballs wanna talk
They burdened with emotions
See the fruits of my labor
They steady tryna spoil it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
And thats what still motivate me now like
I write when I write its not from a happy place
I don't write party shit
I write from pain like
That shit that inspire me
I feel like thats my pocket
I'm the best
When I write
When shit is going
I'm going through something so
You know
That's just what it is
That's what it'll always be
Gutz - Damaged Lyrics
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Lemme give a visual
Obama Phone with a broke screen
Small house
Sleeping on the couch
One room with five dope fiends
Bathroom with the smoke screen
From the foggy rock
I couldn't breathe
Winter time made me chatter teeth
But I stayed silent
I kept it G
I'm shooting 22's
Gotta 23 tag on my shoes
Since eating lunchables
Never gave the FED's a truth or clue
I never had to choose
Between a hoe or getting food
I marched right through a famine
Left me damaged
And it stole my youth
Now she tryna steal my soul
Inside this benzo coupe
She a demon
She got fangs
But I ain't feel a tooth
Used to starvin'
So the fight for the food is common
'notha day 'notha dolla'
Another spent case from the Taurus
I wasn't born heartless
Broke it down when I was starving
Out the Womb runnin'
Couldn't risk the crawlin'
This a hammer not a jammer
6 nails for yo coffin
Outlived by my grandma
Is what they tryna accomplish
Bitch
Cornballs wanna talk
They burdened with emotions
See the fruits of my labor
They steady tryna spoil it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
Cornballs wanna talk
They burdened with emotions
See the fruits of my labor
They steady tryna spoil it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
And thats what still motivate me now like
I write when I write its not from a happy place
I don't write party shit
I write from pain like
That shit that inspire me
I feel like thats my pocket
I'm the best
When I write
When shit is going
I'm going through something so
You know
That's just what it is
That's what it'll always be
Obama Phone with a broke screen
Small house
Sleeping on the couch
One room with five dope fiends
Bathroom with the smoke screen
From the foggy rock
I couldn't breathe
Winter time made me chatter teeth
But I stayed silent
I kept it G
I'm shooting 22's
Gotta 23 tag on my shoes
Since eating lunchables
Never gave the FED's a truth or clue
I never had to choose
Between a hoe or getting food
I marched right through a famine
Left me damaged
And it stole my youth
Now she tryna steal my soul
Inside this benzo coupe
She a demon
She got fangs
But I ain't feel a tooth
Used to starvin'
So the fight for the food is common
'notha day 'notha dolla'
Another spent case from the Taurus
I wasn't born heartless
Broke it down when I was starving
Out the Womb runnin'
Couldn't risk the crawlin'
This a hammer not a jammer
6 nails for yo coffin
Outlived by my grandma
Is what they tryna accomplish
Bitch
Cornballs wanna talk
They burdened with emotions
See the fruits of my labor
They steady tryna spoil it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
Cornballs wanna talk
They burdened with emotions
See the fruits of my labor
They steady tryna spoil it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
Take it to a level they won't wanna
Bitch get over it
And thats what still motivate me now like
I write when I write its not from a happy place
I don't write party shit
I write from pain like
That shit that inspire me
I feel like thats my pocket
I'm the best
When I write
When shit is going
I'm going through something so
You know
That's just what it is
That's what it'll always be
Writer: Miguel Bailon
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