Gutta - Chasing (feat. Gator Fresh & Pope)

I be chasing that money, I get to that bag
Cause I remember all of them times all I had was a pen and a pad
Man that shit was sad, Now these hoes wanna fuck and these niggaz is mad
Yea these niggaz is mad tried to give me a handout I told him I pass
Stand in my way and I'm clearing my path
I be chasing that money, I get to that bag
Cause I remember all of them times all I had was a pen and a pad
Man that shit was sad, Now these hoes wanna fuck and these niggaz is mad
Yea these niggaz is mad tried to give me a handout I told him I pass
Stand in my way and I'm clearing my path
On the way up lost a lot of niggaz
Doing time lost a lot of bitches
In that cell damn near lost my mind all a nigga had was a pad and pencil
Reminiscing on my old pictures wit my old niggaz in the club with them
Damn shame had the chips down before I realized they ain't fuck with me
Still I be sticking and moving
Stand in my way and them shots is repetitive
On my 50 shit tired of looking for you same shots spray your momma crib
And it's evident I'm setting precedence ya'll niggaz don't move how I move
Same energy whether the street or the booth
You make a call and I'm shooting
Don't give a fuck about opps
Why I pull up in that drop
50 clip, 50 clip, 50 clip, 50 clip
Hope that you dodging them shots
Most likely you probably not
If that nigga don't die he a vegetable
I be chasing cash til I'm in a mahogany box and they put me right next to you
I be chasing that money, I get to that bag
Cause I remember all of them times all I had was a pen and a pad
Man that shit was sad, Now these hoes wanna fuck and these niggaz is mad
Yea these niggaz is mad tried to give me a handout I told him I pass
Stand in my and 'm clearing my path
I be chasing that money, I get to that bag
Cause I remember all of them times all I had was a pen and a pad
Man that shit was sad, Now these hoes wanna fuck and these niggaz is mad
Yea these niggaz is mad tried to give me a handout I told him I pass
Stand in my and 'm clearing my path
Get out my way when I making these moves
Know citizens watch the citizens watch
The neighborhood watch see me on the block
They don't wanna see me completely on top
I work for this spot, no scale but I'm working a clock
No record sales, no features from Pac
No lil uzi vert, her lil booty flirt
This movement don't then we moving this work
They hate to see me shine (They hate to see me shine)
And they hate to see me up (And they hate to see me up)
Don't get robbed for your re-up (Don't get robbed for your re-up)
One day your down you'll be up (One day your down you'll be up)
You won't there when I was locked up
You won't doing push ups tryna get big
Then I said fuck that work out
If a nigga run up I'ma bust his head
Lost some real niggaz gone to the feds (Lost some real niggaz gone to the feds)
Lost some real niggaz can't get them back (Lost some real niggaz can't get them back)
I be chasing that money, I get to that bag
Cause I remember all of them times all I had was a pen and a pad
Man that shit was sad, Now these hoes wanna fuck and these niggaz is mad
Yea these niggaz is mad tried to give me a handout I told him I pass
Stand in my and 'm clearing my path
I be chasing that money, I get to that bag
Cause I remember all of them times all I had was a pen and a pad
Man that shit was sad, Now these hoes wanna fuck and these niggaz is mad
Yea these niggaz is mad tried to give me a handout I told him I pass
Stand in my and 'm clearing my path
2001 the day I left my son in this world to be his own man
Stand on his own two
Provide whatever he can
For his mom sister even his friends
Cause his pops had to lay it down
Real nigga man he held it down
Flip work in and out of town
Just to give him what was not around
Just to find out niggaz trife
Take your money and fuck your wife
Leave you for dead like you took one to the head
Don't even send you no bread
So I came out with ambitions to get bread
With ambitions to get bread
And it don't matter the cost me and my team we will get fed
So take it in pounds or lead
That's what this llama saying
You think that a nigga playing watch this hammer show his hand
Watch this hammer show his hand
I be chasing that money, I get to that bag
Cause I remember all of them times all I had was a pen and a pad
Man that shit was sad, Now these hoes wanna fuck and these niggaz is mad
Yea these niggaz is mad tried to give me a handout I told him I pass
Stand in my and 'm clearing my path I be chasing that money, I get to that bag
Cause I remember all of them times all I had was a pen and a pad
Man that shit was sad, Now these hoes wanna fuck and these niggaz is mad
Yea these niggaz is mad tried to give me a handout I told him I pass
Stand in my and 'm clearing my path

Written by:
DAMON MARIO WOODSON, MARCUS EVANS, SHAWN TYREE JONES

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