Real Shit
Yo Gotti
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Yeah Ay (CMG), this mixtape here It's strictly for the fans (Yogottimusic.com), trust me I want my album to drop more than you Call the fucking label and ask them what happening (Dear world) f*ck it (Truly yours) (King) I'm on my grown man flow band up flow Nigga I just brought a phantom off the showroom floor See these niggas sub-tweeting, but his fans don't know He a pussy and I expose this nigga I said a ho In the streets niggas look up to Gotti and I understand why Ain't on this slick shit nigga, I see eye to eye Running 'round, talking down, playing games, nigga die Young niggas in the clip, black nines, nothing but fire Yeah, ay let the beat sing to 'em Look My brother back in jail, my songs leaking out Little rappers playing with me I'm trying to stop from clicking out Did a show in Alabama, guess my strap was sticking out Security to try the arrest nigga, but instead they kicked me out I've been going through a lot of shit, fucking with this model bitch Baby momma left a nigga and now it hard to see the kids Record label can't get it right, they pushed the date back Ross hit a nigga up try to put me on Maybach Tip hit a nigga up trying to give me Grand Hustle All these niggas are my niggas and I respect the hustlers Some of these niggas like my brothers They've been real since day one Realest nigga in it, I've been real since day one And a nigga keep saying I'm one song away F*ck that, I'm five million dollars strong today, ha (Frr, beep) Ay, see when you heard me doing that money machine shit, nigga That mean I got that mother fuckin' sack bruh Nigga I make M's nigga You know what I'm talking about (frrr beep) I show these niggas how to do this shit I'm the blue print nigga Show these niggas how to make these millions, nigga And I ain't drop shit but a nigga bitch off You know what I'm talking 'bout, ha I'm in a two door coupe (coupe) With a see through roof (roof) And the a dope boy roll (roll) And a Glock 9 too (go) Red bitch on the passenger, she semi cute (cute) But her head some serious (serious), so you know what it do When I say I love my niggas, that mean I love my niggas Yeah, I rap for living, but I gotta plug for my niggas I talk cocaine (cocaine), 'cause I know cocaine Ain't on that criss cross shit I'm trying to stay in my lane Say I rap like I trap, I gotta stay on my game I'm strapped 24/7 I got to stay on my aim They say Keep it real Gotti I say I been doing that They say these niggas on white, I say influence that I'm on my lea-lea-leader shit, niggas following the kid But I ain't fucked up with it The streets know what it is (I'm on my lea-lea-leader shit, niggas following the kidd) (But I ain't fucked up with it) (The streets know what it is) And my little homies keep telling me to smash on 'em Met a bad bitch and I spend a little cash on her Copped a new whip so I left the paper tags on 'em (yeah) Got a couple checks but I really hate to brag on 'em (yeah) Catch me in the club, Luis shoe, Louis rag on 'em (yeah) Standing on the couch, popping bottles dropping swag on 'em (yeah) Zilla up next and I bet the pad on 'em Soon as he said the name CMG drop the bag on 'em (beep) I mean you know shit you know crazy 'Cause like the other night a nigga was in Atlanta We, we fucking around on the Internet And we see a motherfucking iTunes ad Like, Yo Gotti January tenth I mean shit kinda threw me for a loop 'Cause I didn't know nothing about it And its like December twenty-third I'm a real nigga first, get money second Break bread with my niggas, we like family so respect it Bad blood in the camp and niggas feel neglected I try to work it out before it get all hectic But if its about a bitch, just know I don't respect it And if you talking foul I hope its ain't in my direction homie Yeah I say if you talking foul I hope its ain't in my direction homie Ay see I believe Nigga got a problem they handle it You don't talk, you don't tweet And if its all good its all good Know what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm from the city of the murderers Where industry niggas ain't never heard of us They be like, "Who the f*ck is Gotti"? Nigga Google me Oh I'm a f*ck nigga, that shit must be new to me I'm damn near thirty and a nigga ain't done shit to me Put your hands on a real nigga then its first degree Get it, get it (pow) Hit it, hit it (pow) Split it (split it) That's all my niggas do is murk some (murk sum'n) I'm trying to hurt some (hurt sum'n) If Migo got a 18 wheeler, he trying to work sum'n (work) That bitch bad as hell, she trying to twerk sum'n I'm give that bitch back to you 'cause she worse-some I'm out, ha C-M-G I am King, yeah
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Written by: Antoine Kearney, Mario Mims
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