Gutter to the Gold chain

(Intro)

Uh… yeah, turn that up.

This ain’t no love song — this that get‑money track. From the gutter to the gold chain, we back. Smoke in the air, bass punchin’ like that.

(Verse 1)

I hit the street with a chip on my mind,

Glock by the seat, eyes sharp, refined.

Grew up learnin’ game from the OG line,

Never played nice — had to hustle to shine.Day one fools in the cut, no fear,

Work get flipped, make it disappear.

Chrome so clean, reflection clear,

Mouth full of talk, but I’m all in gear.

(Hook)

Straight off the block, where it don’t stop,

Cops come around, and we let that drop. Money on my mind while the system rot, I’m built like the beat — hard, hot, and shot.

(Verse 2)

This ain’t glamour, homie, this truth in verse,Grew up cursed — had to make it work. Every sidewalk crack’s where the dreams done lurk, Sharp like a blade when I smirk that smirk. Roll through slow, engine hum real mean,Lowrider drag with the body so clean. Smoke hit the lungs while I plot that scheme,You can’t fake dirt — I done earned my gleam.

(Bridge)

Bang that beat till the neighbors trip,

Whole hood lit when the speakers hit.

Talk that raw, can’t water it down,

Own this sound, from the crown to the ground.

(Verse 3)

Real in the field where the lines stay drawn, Respect don’t sell — gotta earn it strong. Ain’t no handshake to right your wrong, Come soft, get sharked, homie, you gone.Flash of the light, but the fame don’t tempt me, Done seen too many let greed reinvent me. Still ride strapped but the mind stay empty, Wisdom in pain — that’s the real that sent me.

(Hook – Repeat)

Straight off the block, where it don’t stop,

Cops come around, and we let that drop. Money on my mind while the system rot, I’m built like the beat — hard, hot, and shot.

(Outro)So when you see that smoke in the sunset glow, Know it’s a West Side rhythm that’ll never go. From the gutter to the gold chain, stay in control —I ain’t just talkin’ life, I’m writin’ the scroll.