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[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
ride
Bitches and niggas in penitentary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get
[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
and money orders and make 'em my troops

As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine
You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
My time
can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt)] Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-you-are-you-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know
we get it we be out here on the grind

[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, half a days gone by
Ganstafied, givin it just up livin my life
It's hard to survive
Without
hard, niggaz cussin guard for they scars
To many niggaz in the back of them cars

It like a bird dead trapped in them bars
But it ain't no thang, I
, oh, to buy the mall up, oh
We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder

Yo, 24/7, 365
If we ain't breaking them down Then we letting them fly
No, never I,
to make a mill by twelve today
And I can get it done at my mind state
Don’t need you niggas fuckin' up my grind state

Fuck the bullshit nigga get
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
If you grind strong enough
If you grind long enough
If you grind hard enough

Oh Lord, I woke up this morning and started praying
And only niggas
on the grind got a nine in the weight room
And I never play softball 
But I always kept the hard and the soft balls
You doing math on the calculator 
I'm
Already, 
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down, 
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
the people to enjoy, for the world to love, 
You know, and and somehow I became a motherfuckin' criminal ha ha

Yo, damn I remember when it was on UPN News
got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]

Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
, the drug dealer
I'm Yo Gotti, the thug nigga
I'm Yo Gotti, my own heir
And if you wanna ODX, then tell Gotti to blow it, nigga
I've been getting money for
Yeah
Send this one out to everybody, trying to make end ends meet
Yeah

I'm on the grind
Still got my money on my mind
And I, feel like I'm
ceilin' there?
Showin' off lil' mama, goin' hard lil' daddy
Yo Gotti home boy, I'm a walkin' dope package

I don't what it is, somethin' inside
I need