Yo Gotti - CPR(Cocaine Music Group 7) lyrics

[Spoken:] Aye Cuz, they say I ain't real rapper huh? They must don't know, I do What I want to do with this sh** [Verse 1:] They compare me to the rappers out to sale, who outdated Other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it When they doubt me and they out me, make me stronger, make me face it But I know I'm not a phase, I'mma be one of the greatest In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams Didn't wanna stop, wanna be a lyricists Illiest with the whole flow West style rapping about dope Got Caught on that j**elry sh** Before Young Jeezy started rapping detailed about things all the n******gs wanna hear that sh** I could've done that sh** If I were to be him But they come along with the synthesis Must have went to New York like a million times Won a mil' on a table, I ain't even sign Wanna head to it and I turned it down Did a lot of sh** in this life of mine I have no help, I had to grind No complaints, be on time The rap n******gs I knew em' all, 99 per cent n******gs lying [Hook:] Bigger industry, fake as f** You don't like to shut me up n******gs saying hip hop's dead, CPR, wake him up Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma n***a, I'm a dope boy, I do what I wanna [Verse 2:] Grew up upon the Al-Qaeda, neighborhood, I was an outcast In the middle of my hood, what break three stacks Get a hundred twenty five in a glad bag And we got big board guns, hold a hundred That's for any of p**y a** n***a wanna run up What it do, Ross? What'up Wayne? Salute Stunner, Gucci Mane n******gs ask me why I never done a song with Plies I understood I gotta be as plain, so I never reply Race for the money, never get tired Plug on the way, he never retired Order a hundred and put that on my name Is d**h on the money? is blood on my chain? Therefore we got bodies, n******gs k**ing for harvest We got holes in the roof, we got hoes in the lobby b**hes f**ing for free, n******gs k**ing for pennies CMG that's the team, we the streets so we're in it [Hook:] Bigger industry, fake as f**, you don't like it shut me up n******gs saying hip hop's dead, CPR, wake him up Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma n***a, I'm a dope boy, I do what I wanna Remember Sosa told Tony "not to f** with me" Then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep Then Tony wanna go in but he ain't deep So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said But he was f**ing with that dope and he won't focus Read between the lines, I'm talking to you locals Im talkin to any n***a that want war Then let me get my M's up, you don want war [Hook:] Bigger industry, fake as f**, you won't like it, shut me up n******gs saying hip hop's dead, CPR, wake him up Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma n***a, I'm a dope boy, I do what I wanna [Outro:] I wanna, plant of marijuana Not a plant, but a field Not a field, but a dome See n******gs cook yay Sir fiend, I ain't home Same n******gs G'd up Pitch up, same song I wanna look at n******gs different, but I can't I wanna try to trust these b**hes, but I ain't n******gs instagraming cars that they know ain't theirs You can be a fake rapper, this day nobody cares