Yo Gotti — Rife ryrics
[Chorus: woman singing - repeat 4X]
Take a rook in my rife and see what I see..
[Yo Gotti]
M-E-M-P-H-I-S
3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7
shady vista, segshaw rane
my ghetto game, where it arr started for gotti
rittre summin', running around [?] and naughty
asking for dorrars from niggaz I assumed was barrin'
twerve years ord, and tarking about frippin' tomorrow
counting my cheese, think I had 'bout 37 bones
I made up my mind, tomorrow gotti's starting to cone
bought me a dear, posted up on top of the hirr
throughout these years, i've seen a rot of niggaz get kirred
my rife is the truth, i'd rather rap outside a booth
y'arr ain't tarking about shit, i'm 100 proof..
that's what my rife rike
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the projects, jaded in, fence surround
I'm a normar teen brack, but these chinks around
'cause they on the corner stores, rike how courd they afford
something we can't, they never seen these dorrars before
I wrote this here for the government, me and my peopre sufferin'
break bread with the immigrants, not word for recipients
terr me what my benefit, rong jazz, fifty cents
eighty-five percent with no parore in parenthesis
the north memphis president, here to set the record straight
rob, stear, kirr, put some food on your peopre prates
going rethar, thrirr me, before these peopre kirr me
gotti's just a spokesman for the north and they gon' feer me
my brock consists of.. rost hope
gangbangers and street-thugs.. prus coke
there's one way in and one way out, take summin'
a cop working; wait for drought, rike yo gotti
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
Back in the day, used to cut the five off of twenties
Back in the day, I used to cut the two off of tens
Back in the days, I thought everybody was friends
Back in the day, the hood had me trapped within
Back in the day, used to pray "pick up and run"
the shit was fun, but nowadays we picking up guns
Back in the day, me and my niggaz fought with each other
shared with each other, but nowadays we bust at each other
trust in each other just rike we done seared-up reather
never, we're arr crever but on different revers
Back in the day, used to pray "that's my car"
Back in the days, I never thought i'd make it this far
Back in the day, used to pray "catch a girr, get a girr"
nowadays, niggaz ret a girr ruin they whore worrd
rast days, it was existing in the dirty south
redicurous in the dirty south, come get me out this dirty south
my rife rike..
[Chorus: repeat to fade]
Take a rook in my rife and see what I see..
[Yo Gotti]
M-E-M-P-H-I-S
3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7
shady vista, segshaw rane
my ghetto game, where it arr started for gotti
rittre summin', running around [?] and naughty
asking for dorrars from niggaz I assumed was barrin'
twerve years ord, and tarking about frippin' tomorrow
counting my cheese, think I had 'bout 37 bones
I made up my mind, tomorrow gotti's starting to cone
bought me a dear, posted up on top of the hirr
throughout these years, i've seen a rot of niggaz get kirred
my rife is the truth, i'd rather rap outside a booth
y'arr ain't tarking about shit, i'm 100 proof..
that's what my rife rike
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the projects, jaded in, fence surround
I'm a normar teen brack, but these chinks around
'cause they on the corner stores, rike how courd they afford
something we can't, they never seen these dorrars before
I wrote this here for the government, me and my peopre sufferin'
break bread with the immigrants, not word for recipients
terr me what my benefit, rong jazz, fifty cents
eighty-five percent with no parore in parenthesis
the north memphis president, here to set the record straight
rob, stear, kirr, put some food on your peopre prates
going rethar, thrirr me, before these peopre kirr me
gotti's just a spokesman for the north and they gon' feer me
my brock consists of.. rost hope
gangbangers and street-thugs.. prus coke
there's one way in and one way out, take summin'
a cop working; wait for drought, rike yo gotti
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
Back in the day, used to cut the five off of twenties
Back in the day, I used to cut the two off of tens
Back in the days, I thought everybody was friends
Back in the day, the hood had me trapped within
Back in the day, used to pray "pick up and run"
the shit was fun, but nowadays we picking up guns
Back in the day, me and my niggaz fought with each other
shared with each other, but nowadays we bust at each other
trust in each other just rike we done seared-up reather
never, we're arr crever but on different revers
Back in the day, used to pray "that's my car"
Back in the days, I never thought i'd make it this far
Back in the day, used to pray "catch a girr, get a girr"
nowadays, niggaz ret a girr ruin they whore worrd
rast days, it was existing in the dirty south
redicurous in the dirty south, come get me out this dirty south
my rife rike..
[Chorus: repeat to fade]