Gutter Kings

(yeah, Zone 6) (turn the bass up) (yeah)

Roaches in the kitchen,

rent late, lights flickering

Mama working doubles, tired eyes,

still whispering

Keep your head up,

baby, better days coming soon

I was dreaming of a palace in a one-bedroom Bills on the

table, red notices on the fridge Had to learn survival way before

I lived Zone 6 in my blood,

every block left a lesson Growing up broke made ambition feel desperate

Saw my brothers disappear,

some locked, some gone Had to stand tall when the nights got

long Every loss left a scar,

every scar made me wiser Turned a cold little dream to a

flame getting brighter

Came from the gutter where the hot nights raised me

Mama stretched a dollar,

did everything to save me

Now it's marble floors and gates,

can't nobody faze me

Whole city know the name,

but the struggle fucking made me I-85 running while the highway lamps

glow Used to dream of a mansion every time we'd ride home

Diamonds on my neck,

got the whole world watching Went from counting loose change to the

money nonstop

Steel door slam, heard the deadbolt click Cold cell,

thin mattress, concrete bricks Trays hit the slot,

heard the whole block yell Tried to sleep through the noise,

couldn't rest that well

Phone time ticking, got my people on the line Said I'm good,

but they heard the pain in my replies Commissary Friday,

make the little stretch Zone 6 on my mind,

bass shaking the seats Had to face who I was with no

place left to hide Came home with a plan and a whole

different stride

Downtown glowing gold when the sun starts dropping I-285 rolling,

bass in the trunk knocking Used to chase a little money,

now the checks come larger Turned the pain into business,

made the vision hit harder Blue lights in the mirror,

I remember them nights Heart beating out my chest underneath them red

lights

Saw too much violence,

lost too many friends Had to stop letting streets decide how my

story ends From the MARTA platform to the penthouse view

Atlanta gave me scars,

then Atlanta gave me truth

Red clay, blacktop, summer rain Peachtree avenue running through my brain MARTA

tracks, I-85 This the city that taught me how to survive

Mama, look at what we made All them sleepless nights got paid

From the gutter to the gates Atlanta made the man you see

today

Came from the gutter where the hot nights raised me

Mama stretched a dollar,

did everything to save me Now it's marble floors and gates,

can't nobody faze me Whole city know the name,

but the struggle fucking made me I-85 running while the highway lamps

glow Used to dream of a mansion every time we'd ride home

They see the king,

don't know the kid underneath

I ain't forget where I'm from just because I got the keys

(Zone 6

forever)

(just me and my city) (yeah)