Verse 1: Yo Gotti
Picture me preforming in an orpheum
Or poor, living in the orphanage, damn
What my future hold? only God knows
That's why I'm staying prayed up, and ten toes
Down on these clowns mean-mug frowns turn em up side down
Let smoke out the pound of the kush
Presidential like bush, whoops I mean to Barack
Its a coupe but it dont drop
Hard top killa
For I let another n***a disrespect my n***as, my hood, my family, I kill 'em
Fuck em, I don't feel em, when the beat drops n***a, gets realer
Any n***as can get it, any n***as can die
Any n***a can front like they real, any n***a can lie
Any n***a can make some money, only ganstas' survive
And everybody can't be a gangsta but any n***a can try, killa
Fort Pillow, Westside, Whiteville, FCI, Penal Farm, 201
Out in mason, no two for one
85% percent of your time n***a
85% percent of your grind n***a
85% percent of you rap n***as just sit here n lyin' n***a
Now do what I do without trying n***a, killa
Open track, you hear the music? high hats, dont confuse it
Cocaine, yay talk, money bags, white chalk
Murder, bitch I said murder, pah pah pah
I swiss cheese your convertible
Have you ever heard of the million dollar
N***a that ain't dropped in 48 months
Now that's the word of the, realest n***a in this shit
Fuck the rules I bend that shit
Fuck the record labels, mayne I'm in this shit to win this shit
I ain't on no gimic shit
All my ice in this shit
Ferraris, porsche, lambos, pass the new boy hear me shit
You got no consistency, pull up in some rental shit
1967 drop, yea I got some vintage shit
Yea I'm on some other shit, trying to get my brother rich
He been on that gudda gudda shit, you know that other shit
Now slow it down, speed it up, if your bitch open her legs
I'mma beat it up, killa killa killa head, bitch mouth game serious
Whatcha you say?
Flipping them pies, n***a I'm on it
I'm Gotti George Jung of the game n***a
Who want it? a plug like Sosa and heart like tony
Its me against the world so you pussys' don't want it, killa
Killa
Killa
Killa
Killa
K stand for crazy
I stand for ignorant
I live large just some mars and all kinda shit(??)
I been through all kinda shit, apes, banana shit
You say you got goons, I got gorillas who be takin' shit
You be on some fakin' shit, cross ya man snakin' shit
N***as keep it real and say they life, I swear I hate that shit
Why you on that phoney shit? Have to cross your homie shit
Putting bitches over ya n***as? homie, I ain't really on that shit
?? I'm giving up, 'fore a hater take my life, I'mma live it up
Killa, Killa, yea murder one, suspect, im the only one
Interrogation, 48, shit to say, Rodger Mason, we face to face
No co-defense, n***a I ain't snitchin', I know the business
N***a ain't no witness
Cut off the mic
Cut off the lights
Dr. Dre's, Make sure they white
Stop the beat, pose, take a break
Breathe in the smells, then drop the bass
World Fair, section 8, lord help my people
See a brighter day, rich-crest apartments, real n***as
14, natural born killas, we choppa' spittas, we work gettas
1000 lbs of mid, 18-wheelers, truck-loads, murda murda, kill kill
If I don't sell a single record ima keep it real
Facts, n***a these are all facts
Went to school so cracked, got kicked out, came back
Shot at me, I bang back, .50 cal, aim that, blac blac blac, take that Killa
