Yo Gotti - CPR lyrics

rate me

They compare me to the rappers out the south

Who outdated other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it.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, imma be one of the greatest.

In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams

Didn’t wanna stop, wanna be a lyrics.

Illiest with the whole flow, west style rapping about dope, get call on, this ain’t your shit.

Before young Jezzy started rapping detailed about things all the niggas wanna hear that shit,

I could’ve done that shit 5 yrs before him, but they come along with the sentences

Must have went to New York like a million times, won a million a table, they got i aint sign.

Wanna head to it and I turned it down, did a lot of shit in this life of mine.

I have no hip, I hit the ground, no complaints, nan time.

The rap niggas are normal, 99 per cent niggas lien .

it goes in the streets fake as fucc if you dont like it shut me up

Niggas saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake him up.

Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma,

Nigger, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna.

Grew up upon the Al-Qaeda, n my hood, I was an outcast,

In the middle of my hood, what break three states, get a hundred twenty five and a clear bed.

And we got big board guns, hold a hundred,

That’s for the eating of pussy ass, nigger wanna run her.

What it do, Ross? What’up, Wayne? Salute, Stunner, Gucci Mane.

Niggers ask me why I never done a song with Plies,

I understood I gotta be explain, so I never replied.

Race for the money, never get tagged,

Plug on the way, he never retired.

Order a Hammer and put that on my name,

Is death on the money, it’s blood on my chain.

Therefore we got bodies, niggas killing for hobbies

Niggas got holes in the roof, we got hoes in the lobby.

Bitches fucking for free, niggers killing for pennies,

CMG thats tha team, we in the streets & WE WINNIN

it goes in the streets fake as fucc if you dont like it shut me up

NiggA saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake him up.

Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma,

NiggAS, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna.

Remember Sosso told Tony not to fuck with me,

Then Don Sosso sent them boys at my hundred DEEP,

Then Tony want going, but his head did,

So Tony should have listen to what Sosso said,

But he was fucking with that dope and he won’t focus, he won’t focus,

Read between the lines, I’m talking to you, locos.

I’m diving in and nigga who won’t war,

Then let me get my M's you don’t want war

it goes in the streets fake as fucc if you dont like it shut me up

Niggers saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake him up.

Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma,

Nigga I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna.

I wanna plant of marijuana,

Not a plant, but a field,

Not a field, but a don.

See niggas cook gate,

serve fin , same home

Same niggas G’d up,

bitch up, same song.

I wanna look at niggers different, but I can’t.

I wanna try to trust these bitches, but I ain’t.

Niggers instagraming cars that they know ain’t theirs,

You can be a fake rapper, this day nobody cares.

Thanks to GOTTI for correcting these lyrics