Gotti

I just hit the booth when I Feel like it, they ask me why I spit that real shit cause I live like it, why the f*ck these niggaz faking like they really like me, go head and mix me with that f*ck shit cause it's real enticing, all of these rappers try in still my drip theirs no one nicer, like every time a nigga bite my shit I call him Tyson, ain't no coincidence when niggaz spit I hear my shit, these niggaz envy me so bad they probably want my bitch, I swear this industry so sad these rappers make me sick, a'lot of niggaz want the fame but not what comes with it, can't turn no hoe into no wife that what makes life a bitch, niggaz like hoes they want to act like they so with the shit. I tell myself don hit the trap, I hit the block and move the pack, and I'm way harder den them niggaz that you help, who the f*ck told you that you niggaz could compare, you should already know but I had to take it there, niggaz they be acting like they lost what the f*ck, Ima fast forward to the point you know what's up, I know you seen it coming cause you niggaz always thinking, I swear I hate to show my ass, but niggaz wanted to see me naked, so what I'm in my feelings bitch you know that I'm cancer these niggaz try in f*ck with don when knowing that's not the answer, sipping to much lean so put down the fante' you disrespectful ass niggaz need to learn some manners