Lyrics:
I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin' to kid, man?
I will slam dunk on your big man.
Been rappin' for years, crackin' them bears,
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
on a dream
It’s more to life, ask why!
Fuck whatever cards were dealt, make a move nigga
Wishing on a star
How much time gone pass by?
It ain't gone chase
Ayo
It's Jem Life
I got the keys to the Morgue in my pocket
It's too many bodies
Thanks for explaining the word "many" to me by the way
It means
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
can even time me[03:28.45]One second flat to react to this irony[03:31.11]Never turn my back, yo I always keep my eye on it[03:33.73]My life is not
bitches too
And you can't trust 'em
So I ask my niggas...
Yo
Yo, cross-breed, 2-5, Arab seed
My life speed, that's why we all smoke weed
Thug mind be
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin' in the coupe, k'nawm
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
if this real life
These nights dreams feeling life like
If you want to get gone, on that road all alone
Whether highs or yo lows don't you swerve off
me to take you back to where it all began
Listening to street poets black performing with my dad
Yo introduced to MCing by my cousin Scribe
Way before
ego says it ain't
Maybe I am just that fake
End it all? No I ain't
Cause my life, still has a chance of having value
25 years might be worth it, if I
the Microphone Nut's loose
And you're wonderin' how the fuck did
This madman get cut loose?
From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids
For murderin' up some fuckin' white
I know your tired of bouncin' so check this here
We got tha back breakin' club shakin' beat for this year
Yeah, so peep the steelo and the flow
I
for me and
I know without the Row and Immortal Outlaw
(Yo K) , I'll be forgotten for sho
Plus this Thug Life they got me livin'
Initiated playa hated
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
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
who's got the g's
desperado, get away cars hittin the throttle
pinchin diamonds the size of the lotto
any kind of hesitation to 25 ta life you
[Kurupt (Daz)] Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45,
Welcome to F.E.M.A
Finesse, elevate, motivate, and achieve
Let's get it
Wish Gotti, Youngsta, Dolph go and squash the beef
Know that shit ain't
Locked him in a 6 by 9 but they couldn't trap his spirit
That nigga so strong he make me look weak
Wanted to cry in my cell when it was meat loaf week
That
a reason
Uh, Call on my phone, know, I got it
I want hit the stove, I grew up, to Yo Gotti
I send a reminder, I tell them the gram it ain't real
They get
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