Whitt - GUTTA Lyrics

Ayy, the Lord just be with me, you know I be thuggin

This for my mama, my daddy, my cousin
Was walkin' the streets, was ready for clutchin
I'm takin' my Bible when I'm in the function
Need a blessing, pray to God like it's nothin

Stand firm, I ain't doin' no runnin
Got in my bag, turn nothin' to somethin
You really hatin' if you makin' assumptions
I don't want no riches, I just want my heaven

We bust a demon if he all in my section
Don't do no feenin', but we lovin' the blessing
Not a frat boy, but I really be steppin
Suicidal thoughts, don't know what the cost

Plenty days, I was just feelin' lost
He gave me purpose, now he made me a boss
Hard times, I know just who to call
I'm praisin' God, cause you know I'm gon' ball

Summer, spring, even winter and fall
Too many chains, but we shakin' them off
Came out the mud, yeah, that boy had to crawl
I'm bout to rocket like my name was John wall

The streets need it, I can no longer stall
I'm tryna feed him, gotta come out the vault
Don't understand, I done been through it all
I really be holdin' grudges

I'm sorry forgiveness wasn't in the budget
But God told me I gotta love Em, just like he did
For them times that I mistreated mama, uh
I'm from the east side, where they ride with them choppers

They packin' them heaters, they stay with their drama
And just for that reason, I stay with my Bible
I'm keepin' my faith, I ain't praisin' no idols
Like Big Noah, I'm rockin' with animals

Readin' my Bible, it give me more stamina
Take a Pic, Strike a pose for the camera
Need a word, and you know I'm a channel him
Maybe from hittin' the church on the regular

I'm talkin' to God, it's like he my manager
This ain't no facade, you better not challenge him
We give it to God, we know he gon' handle Em
Lord, just be with me, you know I be thuggin

This for my mama, my daddy, my cousin
Was walkin' the street, was ready for clutch
I'm takin' my Bible when I'm in the function
You need a blessing, pray to God like it's nothin

Stand firm, I ain't doin' no runnin
Got in my bag, turn nothin' to somethin
You really hatin' if you makin' assumptions
I don't want no riches, I just want my heaven

We bust a demon if he all in my section
Don't do no feenin', but we lovin' the blessing
Not a frat boy, but I really be steppin
Suicidal thoughts, don't know what the cost

Plenty days, I was just feelin' lost
He gave me purpose, now he made me a boss
Hard times, I know just who to call

Ayy, You know I'm a Dog