I had this friend yeah he had this thing
talked about cash had the flyest dreams
in his own mind has the grandest schemes
su preme it seemed
indeed he would topple regimes
felt like god with his self esteem
gonna be hell for whoever’s downstream
un seen fif teen
picture him in the middle of the night
stick thin with a riddle on his mind
fixing to get job done right
brea king ta king
everything that is in plain sight
seeing green with a spark in his eye
robbing streets that were on the east side
speakers jewelry TV’s you know
started off slow but his loot got big
grade a thief he was just a kid
easy money made him tic
sell that shit then get rich
the more he spent yeah the more he stole
til the cops showed up at his front door
tried to get away they cuffed him though
the jail-time price of touching gold

It's the gutter grime

got out of juvi was right back at it
had to prove he was still the baddest
made his moves to take that fast shit
Grab it have it
crafted plans how start a racket
jack the warehouse a big time bandit
then turn around and sell kids jackets
bags and kicks and fresh new hats
turned high school into the black market
teenage gangster turning profit
his hustling life made him a target
marked by dark eyes
soon the whole school was in his back pocket
so much attention people started talking
girlies noticed it’s him they wanted
go sip start ed
oh my god did you just see him
i wonder kind of ride he rolls he in
what about jennifer the things he did
dames turned heads he kept his grin
late one night he did his dirt
but a rival crew straight made him hurt
they kicked his ass and jacked his work
so please take my word

It's the gutter grime

after high school yeah he grew up quick
found himself a wife had himself a kid
got himself a job a full time gig
pay checks and pay ments
he tried so hard to make life click
constantly wondered where he might fit
like every two years his style switched
aim less im patient
no matter where went never found a niche
wasn't feeling right straight getting the itch
I could flip drugs and get so rich
so much cash it would be so slick
started slanging weight it was nothing new
with money coming in he felt renewed
quit his job his wife argued
love you’s and a buse
what the hell did he get himself into
she was gonna leave no more she could do
when from his front door the cops burst through
hands up and hand cuffs
When I saw his face it was on the news
all I could think this was deja vu
once my best friend but its just more proof
a hustlers life has painful truths

It's the gutter grime