Lyrics:
die-ie
Oh, oh, all my life, yeah
Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize
Yo, flushed the work just in time and they raided
Thank
die-ie
Oh, my life
Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize
Yo, flushed the work just in time and they raided
Thank God (thank God)
Yo, M-O-B-B D-E-E-P motherfucker, word up
Q-borough, mad thorough
All my live niggas, check it, check it
Nobody close to they toes, so chill
Nobody
yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm
time Gotti got
(What! What! What! What!)
Yo, yo
Ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plane
The other smoke chronic like straight
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
or da worse
Raised by streets but Sylvia had gave me birth
Gotta see my name in lights b4 they put it on a shirt
Gotta pull up Bentley truck b4 I go out
Nine o' nine on mine
Run my city full time
In my city full time
And on the grind full time
Nine o' nine on mine
Run my city full time
In my city
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
full of money
You can never save the world with a rebellions mind
You capping if you ever say yo shit better than mine
I put everything in this
I'm
chest full of 12 4-pound rounds
nigga lay down, kid you assed out now
[Havoc]
no doubt, the infamous reppin' up in this
know what i'm sayin'
next up
male, the highest priest
Step into the club, niggaz be like, PEACE
I got respect, every time I hit the street
If you don't like me, good, fuck with
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
in my hood, slangin' that white
Shirt on right, no ? on sight
Hundred I shoot, hundred I hit,
Five hundred ? nigga this my life
Yo Gotti don't shit
hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam
And incorporate murda like Gotti
How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
Chew you like
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard
I'm Gotti ( Like I'm Gotti )
If you ain't talking bout money leave yo messages on seen ( Seen )
I know you look good but yo outfit came from shein (
Stay strapped!
Ya know how that south
And that west is
That east side a jungle, too
You could come 50 deep
If you ain't right?
They gon' run yo
Yo, yo, what's up nigga? You know the streets is a jungle
You gotta survive out here
You need a strong mind to do the shit I do
You ever seen
final thoughts
As I re-cock with more lines than a brochure
Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop
Do Gotti plots over instrumentals
Hit your
call yo crews
3-4 Need to lock yo doors
5-6 Better loaad yo clips
7-8 Time to meet yo fate
[Verse 2 Pimpstress]
Some of yall niggas aint wit this,
Well
I take it day by day
This shit gets easy and easier
Really listen to the words
Take on life here I'm feeding ya
Yoto back home
Josh fro's he back in
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