Lyrics:
my murder I aint shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this aint political
If it's not then why you feel
life's shitty, how I wish I was high[00:54.01]So I called up my homie, can you give me a ride[00:57.28]To Genesee Street, it's on the right-hand
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
Nigga did 25 years over Phone time that’s a long time to be tryin to ride out
Pickin up my phone like “Meet me at the hideout”
Caus
Nigga did 25 years over Phone time that’s a long time to be tryin to ride out
Pickin up my phone like “Meet me at the hideout”
Caus
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
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
smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas signals
Yo live niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time
Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red
just got speed, nigga
I handle my ass, pedal to the gas
Life is but a getaway dash
My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad
I'm drawin' weapons with
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
A lot Of Love From The Other Side
I take my brother side for another side
One of em got in 25 on a homicide
I sat in the courtroom by my cousin side
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
wreck this mic
Yo I build with my elders, soak in the wisdom
Got the old soul of an owl, with a past life vision
Drawn to the night sky, listen
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
handy!
I’m stoned at the airport
Thinkin’ ‘bout life
Hoping I remember to catch my flight
Had a little scare but ya boi’s alright
Now I'm taking time off
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
in yeah, like some lotion
[00:22.46] The tide is either high or low yeah, life’s a ocean
[00:25.64] I see it everywhere I go, yeah that’s promotion
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
[Chorus]
aye)[01:30.74]Oh my god, I was overlooked by the people passing by[01:34.25]And now they tryna shake my hand cuz they see I got the ice[01:37.55]And they getting way
we gettin' it, we gettin'
I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph
So this shit ain't my business, my business
You need a pack and the
Money good, I'ma send it,
yo hood and build yo credit up
Cause without yo life really fucked up
Man it was fucked up when I was sleepin on trash bags
It was fucked up when ian
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