[Verse 1: EST Gee]
I been through fake love from fame, all we got is our name
And I still left the game amazed how my card's been played
Eastside when I land, lose or win at the end of the day
I spent my last five hundred, took a trip on a plane
Turned it to five hundred bags, they went as fast as they came
Even if the quality change, I still wrap it the same
You can be scared or not, n***a, chop still whack you the same
And I've been shot five times, so now if I lack, then I'm lame
It's just karma I got from shit I did back in the day
Did it great in our lanes, bust downs, the factory planes
From stealing testers to seller to a whole brick of cocaine
Fuckin' with jigga before I ever had a meeting with Jay
I was meeting my play, corner of Jacob and Clay
I tell the truth to B.J. and Trey, I won't lead 'em astray
Together we can keep it better, so when separate, we can't
I invested in Hank, coat closet, my mama's the bank
Geeski don't do it, the streets see your influence
When the label asked my plan, they have they other artists do it
Yeah, my favorite thing playing stupid
Yeah, I understand n***as groupies
And I understand how they movin'
And they pieces, I gotta use 'em
Buy they piece, don't take they jewel, shit be fake as hell
I changed my life, foot aches and bales
Bad bitch college apartments, baby, go check the mail
Fake name on the box when it come, erase the paper trail
It's the look, it ain't the smell, talk you into buyin' lows
Text with my connect 'bout a bunch of shirts like I'm buyin' clothes
It's a different code you gotta pick up on when you start buyin' loads
It's n***as who was 'posed to make it out, but don't and that's just how it go
[Interlude: EST Gee & Yo Gotti]
Shit be sick
Streets fucked up
Yeah
They like, "Gotti, don't do it"
But I already did, G shit

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
This the era of the slimes when n***as made it fine to cross they partners out
Pocket watchin' n***a, then go gossip 'bout it
Side with the D.A., take they partners out
Call each other brother like they love 'em, fuck they talkin' bout?

[Interlude: Yo Gotti]
Hold up
I'ma start the verse over, man
I don't think these n***as heard me
I said, this the era of the slimes when n***as made it fine to cross they partners out
For real, n***a, I ain't rapped in six months, Gee got me out the house fuck it, let's go

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I'm a legend and a felon, I ain't rapped in months
Bulletproof Phantom million dollars, ain't drove the bitch once (Pew, pew)
Certified stones, 1.7 inside my tennis chain
Do it by myself, if I get caught, it ain't no witness, man (Gotti, what makes you do it?)
Loaded up them bricks inside my jet and then I flew it
Landed in my city, dropped the price and ran through it
Fell in love with Mexico, the lingo, I speak fluent ('Migo)
Invested my first million in the streets before I knew it (Before I knew it)
[Interlude: Yo Gotti]
Yeah, I ain't even let this check dry, n***a, the ink on the check dry, n***a, 'fore I was calling the plug, you know what I'm saying?
Told him, "It's up, n***a, I wanna triple that, what I got last time" (Man, that shit was in motion 'fore I came out the bank, n***a, you heard me?)

[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]
I really turned a half a quarter to a half a brick (Brick)
Stayed down when it was rough and didn't complain for shit (Gotti, don't do it)
And then I turned a half a brick into a whole load (Load)
I'm talkin' eighteen-wheeler trucks takin' up the whole road
It ain't no apples and no oranges, this ain't nothin but 'bows (Nothin' but 'bows)
'Fore I made a dollar off this rap shit, I was n***as' Ghost (I am)
It was so many investigations, but he never told (Shh)
I'm watchin' n***as fold (Fold)
You n***as really hoes (Hoes)
And it shows

[Outro: Yo Gotti]
Ayy, Gee, you know I'm just talkin' shit, man, you know, it's like—
I feel like I ain't even a rapper no more at this point, I'm like a street professor or some shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
EL TORO 2, n***a