Deshaymond - Gutta

I am the Sophistaratchet Gentleman
I am the Blind Savage
I am a Nigga from the Gutta
I am Deshaymond

For all the things
You said I've never do
For all the things
You said that were untrue
For all the times
You made me feel alone
You said I'd never make it
On my own

But things are looking up
For me now
Seems like karma
Making its rounds
It's my turn
I won't be held down
No
Karma gonna visit you too
You're gonna pay for the things
You put me through

I hope you do
Oh

I hope your hell yes filled
With magazines
And on every page
You see a big picture of me
And under every picture
The caption should read
Not bad for a NIGGA
From the gutter like me

For all the times
You said I got your back
For all the times
You stabbed me
For all the times you tried
To hurt my pride
For all the pain
I held down deep inside

But things are looking
Up from now
It seems like karmas
Making its rounds
It's my turn
I won't be held down
No
Karmas gonna visit you too
You're gonna pay for the things
You put me through
I hope you do
Oh

I hope your hell is filled
With magazines
And on every page you
See a big picture of me
And under every picture
The caption should read
Not bad for a NIGGA F
From the gutter like me

Need it to make me weak
To help you feel stronger
I know you bitches think
I'm somewhere dying inside
Poor shaymond he went home
He couldn't take it no longer
But I'm right here

I hope your hell is filled
With magazines
And on every page you
See a big picture of me
And under every picture
The caption should read
Not bad for a NIGGA
From the gutter like me
I hope your hell is filled
With magazines
Yeah
And on every page
You see a big picture of me
Yeah
And under every picture
The caption should read
Not bad for a NIGGA like me

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