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[00:00.09](Ay, who that? John Gotitt)
[00:13.86]Trap be still doing numbers
[00:15.52]Big Gotti still got runners
[00:17.23]20 years straight, no fumbles
[00:18.95]Wildlife, nigga, from the jungle
[00:20.50]Nigga too small to be cocky (look)
[00:22.41]And I'm too big to be humble
[00:24.04]Yeah, I was okay, rich under thunder
[00:25.50]Too much, can't tuck it, I'm punchin' (on go)
[00:27.44]I ain't get no game from my uncles (uh-uh)
[00:28.92]So I ain't show 'em no love on the numbers
[00:30.77]Fuck 'em, shit, they hated my pops
[00:32.22]Fake like it's love 'cause I'm up, but it's not
[00:34.03]First in the city put switch on a Glock
[00:35.72]First nigga paid five figures a drop
[00:37.43]Keep a good grip when you hittin', it's hot
[00:39.11]Put one on top and then hop out the car with that-
[00:40.74]Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
[00:42.78]Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
[00:44.00]When the twin flames jump at that car (flat)
[00:45.98]I'll make a nigga call for Allah (on God)
[00:47.68]I'm a trap nigga, babe, I'm a star (I am)
[00:49.05]When I say go bar for bar (sticks)
[00:51.04]That's a hundred thousand Xanax bars (bars)
[00:52.79]Now I could buy it on a Amex card (swipe)
[00:54.84]Ain't no receipt on a pack, nigga (pack)
[00:56.41]Ain't no bringin' this shit back, nigga (back)
[00:58.19]Fuck around and get flapped, nigga (flapped)
[00:59.65]Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
[01:03.22]Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
[01:07.53]I got these sticks in the rental
[01:09.44]This bitch in the car and she too sentimental
[01:11.18]I got my dawg in my car, and he fuck with the opps, he play in the middle
[01:14.34]Oh, he thinkin' he Slime, I'm three steps ahead, he don't even know it
[01:17.78]I told him, "I need some gas," I get out and pump it, they pull up, and blow it (frrah)
[01:21.64]I was chilling in Turks, my nigga on Percs, he talkin' 'bout killin' (killin')
[01:25.14]I'm tryna exit the streets, this shit got a ceilin', I'm thinking 'bout billions ('bout billions)
[01:28.69]I just talked to Drew Findling, they finna free Doggy, you don't know the feelin'
[01:31.79]Yeah, you don't know the feelin', they lock up ya partner, y'all runnin' up millions (damn)
[01:35.25]Yeah, I just jumped off a island, I'm back on a tour
[01:37.45]Jump off the tour, and I'm back in the trap
[01:39.21]Jumped out the trap and go up to the office
[01:40.93]Put down the strap, go through some offers
[01:42.66]Pick up my strap, and I'm back at the door (yeah)
[01:44.36]Phone on private, ain't dropping my lo' (my lo')
[01:46.06]Callin' the label, they late on our paper
[01:47.60]We treatin' this shit like we still sellin' dope
[01:49.46]Brand-new Ferrari, I ordered it (skrrt)
[01:51.20]Asian masseuse, imported it ('ported it)
[01:53.09]I'm on the side my niggas on, so if they get on yo' ass, I'm supportin' it
[01:56.36]I'm too big for the bullshit, I already know it (I know it)
[01:58.38]I know better, but I ignore it
[02:00.27]I'm not a rapper, I'm a poet
[02:01.62](What am I?) Street nigga, drug lord (Gotti)
[02:05.42]Let the beat breathe
[02:08.67]Ay, let the beat breathe on these pussies
[02:10.66]Just vibe out, flex, know what I'm sayin'?
[02:17.14]First hundred K, I remember (frrt)
[02:18.86]First seven figures, I remember (frrt)
[02:20.51]First AK, I remember (fah)
[02:22.17]It was cold day in December
[02:23.98]First nigga felt that- (uh), first nigga felt that fire
[02:27.26]First nigga
[02:29.15]First niggas y'all let die (pussies)
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