Gut Puncher Songtext
von Futuristic

Yeah, uh
Why you so mad, homie? (Yeah)
Always say what you have, homie (Yeah)
You got the cash, you got the bag
You got the pad, you got the packs
Your whip is fast, your chick is bad, you don′t have to brag, homie
I been listening closely
Lately you sounding upset
It seem like your life is a mess
I can tell that you depressed
You got all of these regrets by the people you left Always chasing a check, let it hang 'round yo neck
Can′t believe what it says and diamonds and all
Them designs you decidin' to put in your fashion
They gotta be pressured, gotta be feeling the wreck
Becoming obsessed with success,
I look at you and now I know that I'm blessed
The game is a test,
Sometimes more is less and you more or less too stressed
You got power now with no common ground
With anyone around, now that′s death (Huh?)

I can tell you fame ain′t what it seems (Seems)
I can tell you money ain't a thing
I can tell you happiness a choice (Happiness a choice)
I can tell you the importance of your voice


Money is numbers and numbers don′t mend
Happiness come from your family and friends
Meaning in life is now riding a trend,
Most people looking for where to begin
They glorifying the guns and the drugs
I'm trying to show you the light and the love
I′m looking back at the things that I've done
Mama is proud about who I′ve become
Money is numbers and numbers don't mend
Happiness come from your family and friends
Meaning in life is now riding a trend,
Most people looking for where to begin
They glorifying the guns and the drugs
I'm trying to show you the light and the love
I′m looking back at the things that I′ve done
Mama is proud about who I've become