Lyrics FTG - Hous3 of Commons feat. Hoodbaby Peppa & Hoodbaby Rahrah

Yeah Murda no cap
I said we come from the gutter
Your mama my mama, my mama your mama (on God)
I'm praying we sit together, everybody want to come up
So they by themselves
They get a hundred band drill they gonna handle it they self (on God)
Me I call up my Dog, I know he hungry, gotta eat (for real)
My bro just came home, he back track but he a beast (no cap)
Put plates up on the table before I could even eat (on God)

I got locked up my mama seen it in her dreams
Big ok gang yea for my guys yea ima squeeze
For real I was trapping in my shell toes I ain't have a dollar
She ain't want me back then now she want me be her father
She ain't want me back then she got make up on my collar
I was locked up in the cell and I was thinking about my mama
Swear I got so many problems, drugs the only way to solve em
And you could get your head bust if you fuck with mine
Dead ass give me a headrush, guess who I got in mind
I'm not one of a kind, got murder on my mind
Started off at dimes, 4 and a baby to a 9
Took a couple L's, you ain't gonna stretch it all the time

I said we come from the gutter
Your mama my mama, my mama your mama (on God)
I'm praying we sit together, everybody want to come up
So they by themselves
They get a hundred band drill they gonna handle it they self (on God)
Me I call up my Dog, I know he hungry, gotta eat (for real)
My bro just came home, he back track but he a beast (no cap)
Put plates up on the table before I could even eat (on God)

Before I can even eat
My Dog be stressing he be locked up in the streets
And for my Dogs I gotta grind I gotta eat
And we gonna slime around the town, go fuck up a show a hundred round
Go fuck up a show a hundred round
If you're a slime gang you can come around my town
If you're gonna pull the trigger
Then you might just let it down (yeah)
Hoodbaby I'm running wild
Grew up in the gutter seen some shit you never seen before
I got the beam up on the glizzy I don't let it blow
Free up all my Dog they locked up and they freezing cold

I said we come from the gutter
Your mama my mama, my mama your mama (on God)
I'm praying we sit together, everybody want to come up
So they by themselves
They get a hundred band drill they gonna handle it they self (on God)
Me I call up my Dog, I know he hungry, gotta eat (for real)
My bro just came home, he back track but he a beast (no cap)
Put plates up on the table before I could even eat (on God)