[Verse 1]
Yo, I fucked niggas up, when I jumped in the game
Young dude slash dope boy, done made him a name
With a [?] niggas couldn't understand
They like what the fuck he doing? This the shit that I'm saying
I done lived all the shit you niggas rapping about
And I dress all the shit these niggas yapping about
Like these sucka ass niggas, at the radio station
I ain't never had a song played in heavy rotation
They like Gotti, that political shit
Serious shit, but still, that's some pitiful shit
But regardlus if they feeling this shit, or just tryna hold a nigga back
The streets still hearing my shit
And my fans, they request my songs
And the P.D. neglect my songs
Tryna dissect my songs
Yo Gotti got the streets on lock
I had a dream like Martin Luther King did, that the hating would stop
[Chorus]
All I ever wanted to do
Was get in the game, make some music like you
You know, bust these niggas, tryna baller block
Took something, now a nigga got the game on lock
It's like, all I ever wanted to do
Was make the easy money like you
You know, but these niggas tried to hold me down
Diamonds up, go ahead and pass the crown
[Verse 2]
First hit, fuck a nigga bitch [?] shit
Next song, got a nigga on, how 'bout this?
So much respect for the M, I ain't gon' say I'm the king
But I'ma leave it to the fans, if you know what I mean
So I jumped into the rap game, asking for suggestions
Blessings, none of these niggas answered my questions
Blessings dropped out the sky, lead the way for Gotti, got me a piece of the pie
And I realized, shit ain't what it seems
If you hustle, keep hustling, getting your cream
Watch your motherfucking paperwork, and watch your team
Niggas scream all that love shit, but be [?]
About no motherfucker but self
But I sware [?] death
Yo Gotti just keeping it real, cutting straight through the confusion
A street nigga fucking with music
[Verse 3]
I give a fuck about a deal, bitch, I'm still in the North
With [?] and [?], posted up on the post
Been [?] all the time, but niggas lyed in the south
And hit you with the real facts, and niggas grinding it out
Like in 36 zones, they straight diming it out
Rob a rock on the block, no [?] out
Now that's the type of shit I be rhyming 'bout
Sogh up the block, go cop a watch, shine it out
But these niggas don't hear me though
I'm a street nigga til the day they kill me though
Gotta [?] on them pounds of dro
Posted up on the [?] talking 'bout a publishing deal
I'm like nigga, I ain't got time to talk
They wanna shake some, then send some, otherwise, my time is [?]
Until then, dawg, you know where I be
Right here, serving fiends in the North, on the first and 15th
[Chorus]
All I ever wanted to do
Was get in the game, make some music like you
You know, bust these niggas, tryna baller block
Took something, now a nigga got the game on lock
It's like, all I ever wanted to do
Was make the easy money like you
You know, but these niggas tried to hold me down
Diamonds up, go ahead and pass the crown
