[Verse]
Welcome to my world, open up my book
Read through every line, [?] take a look
You see a real n***a [?] I know you do
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
And I'm the real king of Memphis, I mean that
Them other n***as was aight, and y'all seen that
72 Chevy, I flash green at
I'm doing shows around the world, like I dreamed that
What up, M.J.?
What up, 8Ball?
But middle fingers up, to the rest of y'all
Rapping ass n***as, acting ass n***as
You shold've been like Yo Gotti, a trapping ass n***a
Whatever happens, I'm good, I'm out the hood, bitch
So first and formost, [?] understood, bitch
N***as calling my phone, talking 'bout dropping a song
Man, get the fuck up out the booth, and go get you some stones
They like Gotti, you wrong
Man, I'm tеlling the truth
Man, they rap for themsеlves, they don't make music for you
All that lying and complaining, I was copping and swanging
[?] bitch, I was thugging and banging
And I [?]
Labels ain't promoting shit, Yo Gotti got Yo Gotti hot
Man, these n***as represent my city wrong
And that's the reason for years, we been getting shitted on
I'm 'bout to clear the way, open up the gates
And let them know it's real n***as that hear what I say
[?] gone, [?] days over
So I'ma put it down, for all my old soldiers
Feds investigating a n***a, why? 'Cause I keep it real
The only rapper in my city that tell it how it is
Wish every n***a in the feds can go for appeal
And when they case in trial, they give them back they years