[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:] Picture me performing in an orpheum A poor, living in the orphanage, damn What my future hold? only god knows Thats why I'm staying prayed up, and ten towns Down on these clowns mean-fug forwns turn em up side down Let smoke out the pound of the kush Presidential like bush, whoops I mean to Barrack Its a coupe but it don't drop Hard top killa
For I let another nigga disrespect my niggas, my hood, my family, I kill 'em Fuck em, I don't feel em, when the beat drops nigga, gets realer
Any niggas can get it, any niggas can die Any nigga can front like they real, any nigga can lie Any nigga can make some money, only ganstas' survive And everybody can be gansta but any nigga can try, killa
Fourth peela, west side, white ville, MCI, [?], 201 Out in mason, no two for one 85% percent of your time nigga 85% percent of your grind nigga 85% percent of you rap niggas just sit here n lyin' nigga Now do what I do without trying nigga, killa
Open track, you hear the music? high hats, don't 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 Nigga that ain't dropped in 48 months Now that's the word of the, realest nigga 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, nigga I'm on it I'm gotti george young of the game nigga 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 Niggas 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 niggas? 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, I'm the only one Interrogation, 48, shit to say, Rodger Mason, we face to face No co-defense, nigga I ain't snitchin', I know the business Nigga 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 niggas 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, nigga 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 KillaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
