For The Record

Hey Gotti
What's happening?
You ever heard that story
About when the real niggas came in last place?
Nah, nah, nah, I don't believe that
Shit, me neither
Ha

Shout out to Grip and Jook (Grip and Jook)
Cocaine Records (Cocaine Records)
I'll die for them three letters
Make these streets respect us (Go ask 'em)
I did deals that didn't benefit me
Why would I do such a thing? So my niggas could eat (One hundred)
My nigga on that dog food (Food), stole a hundred K (crushed me)
It was a million in that safe, why the fuck you play? (Pussy)
If you gon' take it, take it all, nigga, nigga
'Cause when I see you, I want it all, nigga, nigga
Baby momma up and left (Why?)
She left me scarred (It hurt me)
But I can't blame her, all the shit I done (Why?)
I know it's hard (Yeah)
To love a nigga like me (Me), I'm too deep in these streets (I am)
Dedicated to hustlers whom dedicated to me (I am)
Six hundred for a Richard Mille, now we sellin' bricks
I'm rockin' niggas record deals (on my wrist)
Twenty mill' for an advance check (twenty what?)
I fuck around, decline that (I don't give a fuck)

First we want the money but now we gotta own the masters
How you live in a mansion but you don't own the land?
I'm on some other shit

Uh, I gave these niggas the game
I guess that they didn't listen, so fuck 'em
I told 'em big homie rules, didn't pay attention
These niggas some suckers, uh
They flex on the 'Gram
They show they lil' racks but they live with their momma, uh
Gun emoji sign, with the smoke but they don't want no drama, uh
Let me clear up the air, no beef with no rappers at all
My focus has been on my niggas
On gettin' 'em some money and freein' my dawgs, uh
When it come to these broads, I'm different
I buy her Chanel, not Tiffany
I fuck around, sendin' like ten thousand flowers to her job
'Cause I know that she miss me
And she know my history, I know her potential
The realest, you is, and fire that head
God Good must sent you, but back to the issues at hand
Don't wanna play on your dawg, don't sacrifice your lil' mans
You got to build up the team, gettin' a hundred racks was a dream
Gettin' a million didn't even seem like it was possible to achieve
Now I'm playin' with a forty, ridin' in a 'Rari
Strapped with a forty
That was 400K, yeah, a nigga ballin', I ain't just talkin'
Fuck the bitch good, now the hoe stalkin'
Can't get her off me
Had a good month, tricked on a bitch, but I don't do it often
Yeah (Yeah) Big Gotti, I'm cocky
'Cause I know everybody got their money right
Yeah, the team solid (Yeah)

CMG
All I ever did was show niggas how to get money
How to do it on their own
How to put their niggas on
Definition of a hustler
Treat my partners like brothers
Been understood business
Had a joint venture with the plug
Never joined a gang, still a thug
Never did nothin' to kids or women, that's off limits
In the streets I'm official
If I ain't with you, I'm against you