Yo Gotti - Real sh** lyrics

Intro: Ya (CMG) This mixtape here It's strictly for the fans (yogottimusic.com) Trust me! I want my album to drop more than you Call the f**ing label and ask them what happening Dear world, f** it Truly yours! King Verse 1: I'm on my grown man flow band up flow n***a I just brought a phantom off the showroom floor See these n***as sub-tweeting, but his fans don't know He's a p**y and I expose this n***a I said a ho In the streets n***as look up to Gotti and I understand why Ain't on this slick sh** n***a, I see eye to eye Running around, talking down, playing games, n***a die Young n***as in the clip, black nines, nothing but fire! (ay let the beat sing to em) Look, my brother back in jail, my songs leaking out Little rappers playing with me I'm trying to stop from clicking out Did a show in Alabama, guess my strap was sticking out Security to try the arrest n***a, but instead they kicked me out I've been going through a lot of sh**, f**ing with this model b**h Baby momma left a n***a and now it hard to see the kids Record label can't get it right, they pushed the date back Ross hit a n***a up try to put me on Maybach Tip hit a n***a up trying to give me Grand Hustle All these n***as are my n***as and I respect the hustlers Some of these n***as like my brothers They've been real since day one Realest n***a in it, I've been real since day one And a n***a keep saying I'm one song away f** that, I'm 5 million dollars strong today! [money machine sound] [beep] See when You heard me doing that money machine sh**, n***a That mean I got that mother f**'n sack bro n***a I make M's n***a You know what I'm talking about I show these n***as how to do this sh** I'm the blue print n***a Show these n***as how to make these millions, n***a And I ain't drop sh** but a n***a b**h off You know what I'm talking about Verse 2: I'm in a two door coupe With a see through roof And the a dope boy roll and a Glock 9 too Red b**h on the pa**enger, she semi cute But her head some serious, so you know what it do When I say I love my n******gs, that mean I love my n******gs Yeah, I rap for living, but I gotta plug for my n******gs I talk c**aine, cause I know c**aine Ain't on that criss cross sh** I'm trying to stay in my lane Say I rap like I trap, I gotta stay on my game I'm strapped 24/7 I got to stay on my aim They say Keep it real Gotti I say I been doing that They say the n******gs are white, I say influence that I'm on my li-li-liter sh** n***as following the kid But I ain't f**ed up with it The streets know what it is (I'm on my li-li-liter sh** n***as following the kid) (but I ain't f**ed up with it) (the streets know what it is) Verse 3: My little homies keep telling me to smash on em Met a bad b**h and I spend a little cash on her Cope a new whip so I left the paper tags on it Got a couple checks but I really hate to brag on it Catch me in the club, Luis shoe, Louis rag on em Standing on the couch, popping bottles dropping swagg on em Zilla up next and I bet the pad on em Soon as he said the name CMG drop the bag on em [beep] Verse 4: I mean you know sh** crazy Cause like the other night a n***a was in Atlanta We f**ing around on the internet And we see a motherf**ing iTunes ad Like Yo Gotti January 10th I mean sh** counted thru me for a loop Cause I didn't know nothing about it And its like December 23 Verse 5: I'm a real n***a 1st, get money 2nd Break bread with my n***as, we like family so respect it Bad blood in the camp and n***a feel neglected I try to work it out before it get all hecked But if its about a b**h, just know I don't respect it And if you talking foul I hope its ain't in my direction homie I say if you talking foul I hope its ain't in my direction homie Interlude: Ay see I believe n***a got a problem they handle it You don't talk, you don't tweet If its all good its all good Know what I'm talking about Verse 6: I'm from the city of the murders Were industry n***as ain't never heard of us They be like who the f** is Gotti, n***a Google me Oh I'm a f** n***a, that sh** must be new to me I'm damn near 30 and a n***a ain't done sh** to me Put your hands on a real n***a then its 1st degree Get it (pow) Hit it (pow) Split it Thats all my n***as do is murk some I'm trying to hurt some Migo got a 18 wheeler, he trying to work some That b**h bad as hell, she trying to twerk some I'm give that b**h back to you cause she worst-some I'm out C-M-G I'm king