Gutz - Dynasty Lyrics

My life ain't sweet
Before my teens
I had a bitter face
I hit 15
And grew accustomed to the lemons taste
And now I'm grown
Looking for another tree to shake
From a deserted place
Where water's scarce
But junkies ain't
Never could be scared straight
The crooked way put food on plates
Moving in a Phalanx
We marching through yo hood today
We had gone through great lengths
Was moving mountains
Crossing states
Always on the paper chase
Kilos for the kilos
Bitch you is just a hoe
That's coming from Carlito
If I had it my way
Woulda been gone
Woulda been cold
If I had it my way
Woulda brought yall to the circle
Straight to the 5th
With a nine and drum
Ain't using sticks
Tracks from needle pokes
And the landlord plottin' to evict
Lacked the bare necessities
What makes you think I need a bitch
Speedboats out in Laughlin
Gambling at the Aquarius
Making money and over dressing
Those my personal fetishes
Bulletproof get rich method
Just sell dope and be Mexican
Better have it stashed away
Feds'll come any day now
Crystals clearer than any lake
Or these pussy rappers lil chains now
Cocaine on a dull blade
Snort it up
That's three days now
No sleep barely even eat
Just making plays like a game trial
Grinding teeth and he sweatin' beads
Cameras set up around the house
Binoculars in a dark room
Three hours still haven't moved
HK with the finger grooves
And the hollow points
Make em bust a move
Make em jump like he MJ
FMJ catch a .22
Make em Jump like he MJ
FMJ catch a .22
Binoculars in a dark room
Three hours still haven't moved
HK with the finger grooves
And the hollow points
Make em bust a move
Make em jump like he MJ
FMJ catch a .22