[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Gotti Beethoven, I play keys like a piano
I feel like Desiigner, I got hoes in Atlanta
They say I talk country, they can't understand my grammar
Bitch I run the mob, I feel like Tony Soprano
Fuck your budget n***a, I just copped a phantom
Your shit soft, when it come on we change the channel
Dough boy all I talk about drugs
When I went platinum, send a plaque to my plug

[Hook]
I'm Gotti Beethoven, I play the keys
And owe everything I got to these streets
Gas stove, gas stove
I want a gas stove

[Verse 2]
I had 9 ounces in a Ajax box (In my grandma house)
This old money, I used to have a janky watch
This new shit, they don't care if you fake or not
I'm savage, if I'm fucked up I'll take your blocks
I'm anti-social so they say don't social with me
I'm bout my bread and I'ma keep a toaster with me
I'ma keep this strapped, ain't no holster with me
And I'ma keep it real how it's supposed to be
I can't let these bitches get too close to me (too close to me)
Never let no workers bring them folks to me
Fuck a model hood bitch, mine trophy piece
First rapper took that chopper with me overseas
Five million dollar cash the most I ever seen
Ten years ago but that most of these rappers' dreams
Never show emotion, never make a scene
Just pull up on 'em quietly, let them choppers sing
It's breaking news with me every time I hit the scene
If we disputin' you know it's shots, there ain't no in between
Never lie to my n***as, sell these bitches dreams
Let 'em fly with my n***as, give them bitches wings
I always kept it real, no matter who in between
I take pride in being real, that shit run in my genes
Trap phone in my pocket, a gun in my jeans
Trap sun up and sun down and do it again
[Hook]
I'm Gotti Beethoven, I play the keys
And owe everything I got to these streets
Gas stove, gas stove
I want a gas stove

[Outro]
Question: Where would the game be without Zaytoven and Gangsta Grillz?