Lyrics:
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
do
I ain't promotin' no eviction notice on the door
Fuck it, I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin' 25 years just
Huh yea KA KA KA KA KA KA Fam First Bitch
Wen it’s peacetime ya heard me it’s Cam Gotti, Don Gotti
But wen it’s War, General Gotti, First in
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
[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
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
original
Dogg Pound criminal, ya ever heard of me?
Kurupt, Young Gotti, motherfucker D-P
Why is life fucked up? Toe-up
Scrapin' from the flo' up
unforgiving
I wanna walk on a boat and be pulled away
I've loved and lost a thousand times
I feel like I've lived a thousand lives
By the time I'm 25
By
of '98
Man, I just arrived
Brung a lot of smiles
What a joyous time
22 years gone by, and I'm tryna thrive
6 / 25, 2 years later
Celebrating my second
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
as a babe, coming back down
The other one, bad news, Walter Matthau
It's been
One year since my pops passed
The worst year of my whole life
December 18th, it
you
Can’t get the time back
It feels like people do everything in life
To get this BMW, this Benz, to get
This townhome, to get 25 kids exactly one
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
original
Dogg Pound criminal, ya ever heard of me?
Kurupt, Young Gotti, motherfucker D-P
Why is life fucked up? Toe-up
Scrapin' from the flo' up
proper
And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We
year, huh?
My nigga Gutter, be Gizzy, Ashanti, what up baby girl?
C. Gotti what up? My nigga Phanter
My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don. All my Hollywood
Spent 25 years doesn't matter anymore
Stand around the streets
And lay around the floor
Watch the world go by
Looking at the sky
25 years, 25 years
earned
By how much gold you floss
Better count that as a loss
When I creep in
Dirty khaks split yo knot
I'm riskin' 25 to life with the ride
You
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
them Stones Cold
25 Years but my soul old
That Glock hot that account cold
Card crackin' yo account froze
Niggas stuntin' like bike shows
I'm really
[Yo Gotti:]
Hustlas And Gangstas Dont You Pout Block Burna's Keep
The Work In The Drought Keep You A Big Gun To Hold
You Down And Deal With A Nigga
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
Run yo shit Top5
It took me 28 years
Just to learn this Mothafuckin balance
I don't even trip no more
When I find out folks
Don't fuck with Stuck
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