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[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
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 
Like the body cool  keep the strap up by the naughties
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Yo introducing the improvement of a natural act
You hear this beat drop and watch it move the front to the back
And it's actually time to react
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
now rev up the hood
And these niggas could to be these Infamous could
And the Mafia villains would fuck up a rookie
Drop him to his knees wit a N-I-N-E
you dig it? 
You fed  you dead  see red 
My lead  yo head  I fed 
Like you shit 
I got rhymes push that shit like weight 
My nigga Lincoln help me
dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it

Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
the gift and got fam like Gotti
Hittin her like hobbies
Killin everybody
Let my head grip the bed and I check the time
It's all a dream, I seen in my
you dig it? 
You fed  you dead  see red 
My lead  yo head  I fed 
Like you shit 
I got rhymes push that shit like weight 
My nigga Lincoln help me
you dig it? 
You fed  you dead  see red 
My lead  yo head  I fed 
Like you shit 
I got rhymes push that shit like weight 
My nigga Lincoln help me