Yo Gotti Cpr
They compare me to the rappers out to sale
Who outdated other ones who had a couple hits, but
barely even made it.
When they doubt me and they out me, make me stronger,
make me face it,
But I know I’m not a phase, imma be one of the
greatest.
In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams
Didn’t wanna stop, wanna be a lyrics.
Illiest with the whole flow, west style rapping about
dope, get call on, this ain’t your shit.
Before young Jesus started rapping detailed about
things all the n..ers wanna hear that shit,
I could’ve done that shit if I were to be him, but they
come along with the synthesis.
Must have went to New York like a million times, won a
mil’ on a table, they got insane.
Wanna head to it and I turned it down, did a lot of
shit in this life of mine.
I have no hip, I hit the ground, no complaints, be on
time,
The rap n..ers are normal, 99 per cent n..ers land.
Bigger industry, Vegas full, you won’t like to shot me
up,
n..ers saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake him up.
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma,
n..er, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna.
Grew up upon the Al-Qaeda, neighborhood, I was an
outcast,
In the middle of my hood, what break three states, get
a hundred twenty five and a clear bed.
And we got big board guns, hold a hundred,
That’s for the eating of pussy ass, n..er wanna run
her.
What it do, Rolls? What’up, Wayne? Salute, Stunner,
Gucci Mane.
n..ers ask me why I never done a song with Plaz,
I understood I gotta be as plain, so I never reply.
Race for the money, never get tagged,
Plug on the way, he never retired.
Order a Hammer and put that on my name,
Is death on the money, it’s blood on my chain.
Therefore we got bodies, n..ers killing for harvest,
n..er got holes in the roof, we got hoes in the lobby.
Bitches f..cking for free, n..ers killing for pennies,
See, I’m G as a team, win the streets so we’re in it.
Bigger industry, Vegas full, you won’t like to shot me
up,
n..ers saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake him up.
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma,
n..er, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna.
Remember Sosso told Tony not to f..ck with me,
Then Don Sosso sent them boys at my hundred D,
Then Tony want going, but his head did,
So Tony should have listen to what Sosso said,
But he was f..cking with that dope and he won’t focus,
he won’t focus,
Read between the lines, I’m talking to you, locos.
I’m diving in and n..er who won’t want,
Then let me get my hands up, you don’t wanna walk.
Bigger industry, Vegas full, you won’t like to shot me
up,
n..ers saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake him up.
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma,
n..er, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna.
I wanna plant of marijuana,
Not a plant, but a field,
Not a field, but a don.
See n..ers cook gate,
Sir find me, I ain’t home,
Same n..ers G’d up,
Pitch up, same song.
I wanna look at n..ers different, but I can’t.
I wanna try to trust these bitches, but I ain’t.
n..ers instagraming cars that they know ain’t theirs,
You can be a fake rapper, this day nobody cares.
