Real Shit

Intro: Ya (CMG) This mixtape here It's strictly for the fans (yogottimusic.com) Trust me! I want my album to drop more than you Call the fucking label and ask them what happening Dear world, fuck it Truly yours! King Verse 1: I'm on my grown man flow band up flow Nigga I just brought a phantom off the showroom floor See these niggas sub-tweeting, but his fans don't know He's a pussy and I expose this nigga I said a ho In the streets niggas look up to Gotti and I understand why Ain't on this slick shit nigga, I see eye to eye Running around, talking down, playing games, nigga die Young niggas in the clip, black nines, nothing but fire! (ay let the beat sing to em) Look, my brother back in jail, my songs leaking out Little rappers playing with me I'm trying to stop from clicking out Did a show in Alabama, guess my strap was sticking out Security to try the arrest nigga, but instead they kicked me out I've been going through a lot of shit, fucking with this model bitch Baby momma left a nigga and now it hard to see the kids Record label can't get it right, they pushed the date back Ross hit a nigga up try to put me on Maybach Tip hit a nigga up trying to give me Grand Hustle All these niggas are my niggas and I respect the hustlers Some of these niggas like my brothers They've been real since day one Realest nigga in it, I've been real since day one And a nigga keep saying I'm one song away Fuck that, I'm 5 million dollars strong today! [money machine sound] [beep] See when You heard me doing that money machine shit, nigga That mean I got that mother fuck'n sack bro Nigga I make M's nigga You know what I'm talking about I show these niggas how to do this shit I'm the blue print nigga Show these niggas how to make these millions, nigga And I ain't drop shit but a nigga bitch off You know what I'm talking about Verse 2: I'm in a two door coupe With a see through roof And the a dope boy roll and a Glock 9 too Red bitch on the passenger, she semi cute But her head some serious, so you know what it do When I say I love my niggers, that mean I love my niggers Yeah, I rap for living, but I gotta plug for my niggers I talk cocaine, cause I know cocaine Ain't on that criss cross shit I'm trying to stay in my lane Say I rap like I trap, I gotta stay on my game I'm strapped 24/7 I got to stay on my aim They say Keep it real Gotti I say I been doing that They say the niggers are white, I say influence that I'm on my li-li-liter shit niggas following the kid But I ain't fucked up with it The streets know what it is (I'm on my li-li-liter shit niggas following the kid) (but I ain't fucked up with it) (the streets know what it is) Verse 3: My little homies keep telling me to smash on em Met a bad bitch and I spend a little cash on her Cope a new whip so I left the paper tags on it Got a couple checks but I really hate to brag on it Catch me in the club, Luis shoe, Louis rag on em Standing on the couch, popping bottles dropping swagg on em Zilla up next and I bet the pad on em Soon as he said the name CMG drop the bag on em [beep] Verse 4: I mean you know shit crazy Cause like the other night a nigga was in Atlanta We fucking around on the internet And we see a motherfucking iTunes ad Like Yo Gotti January 10th I mean shit counted thru me for a loop Cause I didn't know nothing about it And its like December 23 Verse 5: I'm a real nigga 1st, get money 2nd Break bread with my niggas, we like family so respect it Bad blood in the camp and nigga feel neglected I try to work it out before it get all hecked But if its about a bitch, just know I don't respect it And if you talking foul I hope its ain't in my direction homie I say if you talking foul I hope its ain't in my direction homie Interlude: Ay see I believe nigga got a problem they handle it You don't talk, you don't tweet If its all good its all good Know what I'm talking about Verse 6: I'm from the city of the murders Were industry niggas ain't never heard of us They be like who the fuck is Gotti, nigga Google me Oh I'm a fuck nigga, that shit must be new to me I'm damn near 30 and a nigga ain't done shit to me Put your hands on a real nigga then its 1st degree Get it (pow) Hit it (pow) Split it Thats all my niggas do is murk some I'm trying to hurt some Migo got a 18 wheeler, he trying to work some That bitch bad as hell, she trying to twerk some I'm give that bitch back to you cause she worst-some I'm out C-M-G I'm king