Gutta Almighty

Mr. Don't Play Gutta Almighty

When poverty walks in the door Love goes out the window; It's a cold world I had no jacketI had to kick in doors just to get the doe; No heat, I had to sleep in a coat, Maple syrup, I had to eat with toast; Miss FADA, I had to talk to his Ghost, Uncle dies, he was shootin' Dope, that Was my old head, who I trusted the most; My brother a bitch, inna pen, he would beRoping his soap, my mom was a cold hoeShe was frozen broke, life is a Drug, I hope I don't overdose...