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Mario Mims (born May 19, 1981), better known by his stage name Yo Gotti, is a southern rapper from the northern side of Memphis, Tennessee who was previously known as Lil Yo. more »

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Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me
Realizin' rappers cool with bein' broke long as they famous
Meech told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major
I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican
You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker
Buy Yeekis and buy sliders, help my youngins up they rankin'
So rich, it might not feel good when we f*ck, but she still fake it
So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious
My only true love for my sons, any extra they get
Our bond, they couldn't break it, it faded, still sing your praises
You the one knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'
But give a f*ck less, nigga look at my success
You know you a bitch, keep worryin' 'bout me on that tough shit
Slick behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, "Dump, spit"
We don't duck for cover, keep on bussin' 'til that gun click
Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went

This the type of day they got me feelin' like the old Gotti
Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic
Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?
Maybe I ain't grow up 'cause my problems, I can't let go
Old shit still bother me, my past still huntin' me
Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and front me
Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hunter
Niggas talkin' all this trap shit, when I really done it
Niggas pump-fake and they smoke shit when they don't want it
'Cause once you disrespect me and mines, you know we on it

My niggas move off of numbers like eight, twenty, a hunnid
I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or he wrong
Put the gun up for what? Who the f*ck gon' slide for us?
Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more
Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched
Chopped somethin', then bend a corner, free them boys
I just made five hunnid, bitch, we them boys
One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours
Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man
Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams
Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan
Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '0-10
Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote Twin?

Uh, nigga dissed me, done been shot at, done been toe-tagged
Water dried up and I'm glad Moski bought the coke in
Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends
Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread
Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan
Youngin' out the east can't spell his name, but he can throw fan
Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'
Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pen
Young shiner, red zone dotter, I don't need no friends
F*ck you talkin' 'bout

You already know what's up, man
It's EST Gee
5500 the big general, man
Ayy, BMF and EST
Young Shiners for life
Bands up 'til my head gone, pussy

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