[Verse 1]
Yo, I fucked n***as up, when I jumped in the game
Young dude slash dope boy, done made him a name
With a [?] n***as couldn't understand
They like what the fuck he doing? This the shit that I'm saying
I done lived all the shit you n***as rapping about
And I dress all the shit these n***as yapping about
Like these sucka ass n***as, at the radio station
I ain't never had a song played in heavy rotation
They like Gotti, that political shit
Serious shit, but still, that's some pitiful shit
But regardlus if they feeling this shit, or just tryna hold a n***a back
The streets still hearing my shit
And my fans, they request my songs
And the P.D. neglect my songs
Tryna dissect my songs
Yo Gotti got the streets on lock
I had a dream like Martin Luther King did, that the hating would stop

[Chorus]
All I ever wanted to do
Was get in the game, make some music like you
You know, bust these n***as, tryna baller block
Took something, now a n***a got the game on lock
It's like, all I ever wanted to do
Was make the easy money like you
You know, but these n***as tried to hold me down
Diamonds up, go ahead and pass the crown
[Verse 2]
First hit, fuck a n***a bitch [?] shit
Next song, got a n***a on, how 'bout this?
So much respect for the M, I ain't gon' say I'm the king
But I'ma leave it to the fans, if you know what I mean
So I jumped into the rap game, asking for suggestions
Blessings, none of these n***as answered my questions
Blessings dropped out the sky, lead the way for Gotti, got me a piece of the pie
And I realized, shit ain't what it seems
If you hustle, keep hustling, getting your cream
Watch your motherfucking paperwork, and watch your team
N***as scream all that love shit, but be [?]
About no motherfucker but self
But I sware [?] death
Yo Gotti just keeping it real, cutting straight through the confusion
A street n***a fucking with music

[Verse 3]
I give a fuck about a deal, bitch, I'm still in the North
With [?] and [?], posted up on the post
Been [?] all the time, but n***as lyed in the south
And hit you with the real facts, and n***as grinding it out
Like in 36 zones, they straight diming it out
Rob a rock on the block, no [?] out
Now that's the type of shit I be rhyming 'bout
Sogh up the block, go cop a watch, shine it out
But these n***as don't hear me though
I'm a street n***a til the day they kill me though
Gotta [?] on them pounds of dro
Posted up on the [?] talking 'bout a publishing deal
I'm like n***a, I ain't got time to talk
They wanna shake some, then send some, otherwise, my time is [?]
Until then, dawg, you know where I be
Right here, serving fiends in the North, on the first and 15th
[Chorus]
All I ever wanted to do
Was get in the game, make some music like you
You know, bust these n***as, tryna baller block
Took something, now a n***a got the game on lock
It's like, all I ever wanted to do
Was make the easy money like you
You know, but these n***as tried to hold me down
Diamonds up, go ahead and pass the crown