[Verse 1: Dopehead]
Guttah guttah, smother your mother
A lot of n***as hated him but that was my brother
Always kept it 100 and that's why i love him
And when he came home from jail he stayed with me and my momma
Flashback to '06 spinal(??) printers, 7 dollars for point 6
We got that cali kush, low-pack, cracks, tryin' to get rich
We got the whole campus on lock and nobody snitch
Some sh** popped off, i can't translate it
But guttah beat the fiend got the whole spot raided
Damn that's my n***a always have good times
And when we cop j's he could only rock kid-size
Getting high, laughing puffin' reefer
Back when b-moe told guttah bet your sneakers
So when I roll a blunt, I shed a tear
And n***as from my hood, don't even care
That's f**ed up, it ain't fair
My n***a was a soldier, told me luke they can't hold you
[Verse 2: Dopehead]
My cousin grew up in Detroit, moved to VA they took his life
He tried to get this money, ot, every day a sacrifice
He called me every day and night, telling me luke you got to write
And when i come visit the D imma change everybodys life
But the devil was at work, n***as hated outta spite
Guttah told me k** these rappers, f** these haters, live your life
If they hate, then let them hate, if its drama we gon' ride
k**as never hesitate, snitches never see the trial
He told me "n***a life is filed
When you're rolling with the team
And you're tryna' get the ring
And nevertheless bro show your style"
He said this summer we gon' k** them
When we walk up in the building
With them bruisers we're familiar making everybody proud
Told me he would call me back, bouta' go k** it on the block
I woke up the next morning to the sad news guttah was shot
By his brothers cousin set-up k**ed straight on the block
By his brothers cousin set-up k**ed straight on the block
Fix this lyrics please