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
N***a I just brought a phantom off the showroom floor
See these n***as sub-tweeting, but his fans don't know
He's a pussy and I expose this n***a I said a ho
In the streets n***as look up to Gotti and I understand why
Ain't on this slick shit n***a, I see eye to eye
Running around, talking down, playing games, n***a die
Young n***as 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 n***a, but instead they kicked me out
I've been going through a lot of shit, fucking with this model bitch
Baby momma left a n***a and now it hard to see the kids
Record label can't get it right, they pushed the date back
Ross hit a n***a up try to put me on Maybach
Tip hit a n***a up trying to give me Grand Hustle
All these n***as are my n***as and I respect the hustlers
Some of these n***as like my brothers
They've been real since day one
Realest n***a in it, I've been real since day one
And a n***a 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, n***a
That mean I got that mother fuck'n sack bro
N***a I make M's n***a
You know what I'm talking about
I show these n***as how to do this shit I'm the blue print n***a
Show these n***as how to make these millions, n***a
And I ain't drop shit but a n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 1st, get money 2nd
Break bread with my n***as, we like family so respect it
Bad blood in the camp and n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as ain't never heard of us
They be like who the fuck is Gotti, n***a Google me
Oh I'm a fuck n***a, that shit must be new to me
I'm damn near 30 and a n***a ain't done shit to me
Put your hands on a real n***a then its 1st degree
Get it (pow)
Hit it (pow)
Split it
Thats all my n***as 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