[Intro]
Woo
Yeah, I'm coming back at 'em
I ain't letting up off these n***as
For what?

[Verse]
Uh, this the sequel to this shit
Yeah, that White Friday
Got dropped by the industry
But the streets hired me
Yeah, the streets hired me
Yeah, the plug signed me
Five bricks for my advance
Breaking bread with my lil' mans
In the kitchen with that pot and with that work I'm too advanced, man
Free Tha Guys Homie
I'm fighting to bring the guys home (I am)
Fuck the judge
Money ordered
Head bowed, praying for ya

[Dialogue]
Ayy, if you find another n***a like me point 'em out
I wanna fuck wit him you know what I'm saying
I need that n***a on my team homie (Free Tha Guys)
See n***as can't fuck with me 'cause they ain't fit to be fucked wit'
[Verse 2]
I'm always in the kitchen
My brother went to prison
Hate I couldn't finish college
Had every point intended
N***as hating, I sense it
I can feel the tension
I can see 'em muggin'
But they don't want the issue
Fuck security, bitch, I start bussin' (Blah)
Fuck security, bitch, I start bussin'
N***as paying for protection
Guess they gettin' extorted
I don't understand they logic
I just can't support it
Mind your business Gotti (I am)
I just can't ignore it
I'm just speaking out my mind
And they record it
When I see fuck shit in the game, I report it
And I do real beef, I don't rap beef, that's why I avoid it

[Dialogue]
N***as be like, Gotti, man, why you don't, say this and do?
Man, I'm not wit all that clown ass shit, homie
We come from where life real my n***a
You gotta stand on that shit you talking 'bout partner
[Verse 3]
I got questions, I need answers
Why I'm so into these dancers
No CPA for my financial (no CPA, no CPA)
We got extendos on them blammers, (Hunnid' shots in that AK)
Free lil' homie from Alabama (Free lil' homie, free lil' homie)
Just bought a mansion in Atlanta (Two Million dollars for my homie)
Play with them keys like a piano
It ain't no business we can't handle (It ain't no issue we don't handle)
Been through a lot of shit with the same clique of n***as
You don't see him 'round, then the n***a wasn't wit us (Fuck It)
Or he was wit' us 'til he did some foul shit
Look this lawyer ass n***a, put him on the bench
Take him out the game
Taking back his chain
How you go against the boss
When he put you in the game
Stupid ass

[Dialogue]
I don't get it man
It be some stupid ass n***as
Hey
Tell my n***as forget it
See understand it like
Never bite the hand that feed you (N***as need a reminder how to be real out chea)
Never go against the squad
It's a family homes you know what I'm saying
And this CM8 my n***a understand that
And this might be the last one I do so, understand this a street n***a collectors item homes
(White Friday)
And I declare
All across America n***as dropped the price by ten, twenty percent just for this one day
I'm talking four, five racks off any brick homie
Imagine that
Let's get it