[Verse 1: Dopehead]
Guttah guttah, smother your mother
A lot of niggas hated him but that was my brother
Always kept it 100 and that's why i love him
And when he came home from jail he stayed with me and my momma
Flashback to '06 spinal(??) printers, 7 dollars for point 6
We got that cali kush, low-pack, cracks, tryin' to get rich
We got the whole campus on lock and nobody snitch
Some shit popped off, i can't translate it
But guttah beat the fiend got the whole spot raided
Damn that's my nigga always have good times
And when we cop j's he could only rock kid-size
Getting high, laughing puffin' reefer
Back when b-moe told guttah bet your sneakers
So when I roll a blunt, I shed a tear
And niggas from my hood, don't even care
That's fucked up, it ain't fair
My nigga was a soldier, told me luke they can't hold you
[Verse 2: Dopehead]
My cousin grew up in Detroit, moved to VA they took his life
He tried to get this money, ot, every day a sacrifice
He called me every day and night, telling me luke you got to write
And when i come visit the D imma change everybodys life
But the devil was at work, niggas hated outta spite
Guttah told me kill these rappers, fuck these haters, live your life
If they hate, then let them hate, if its drama we gon' ride
Killas never hesitate, snitches never see the trial
He told me "nigga life is filed
When you're rolling with the team
And you're tryna' get the ring
And nevertheless bro show your style"
He said this summer we gon' kill them
When we walk up in the building
With them bruisers we're familiar making everybody proud
Told me he would call me back, bouta' go kill it on the block
I woke up the next morning to the sad news guttah was shot
By his brothers cousin set-up killed straight on the block
By his brothers cousin set-up killed straight on the block
