paroles de chanson Insane - John Gotti

Chasing that money will drive you insane
This type of shit have you losing ya brain
I know some real ones sniffing cocaine
Married the streets and I gave it a ring
The ex dee hit em put him in a sling
Don't fuss wit these niggas I know ima king
You snitched on ya bro and I thought that was gang
You reach over here you gon die bout a chain
Chasing that money will drive you insane
This type of shit have you losing ya brain
I know some real ones sniffing cocaine
Married the streets and I gave it a ring
The ex dee hit em put him in a sling
Don't fuss wit these niggas I know ima king
You snitched on ya bro and I thought that was gang
You reach over here you gon die bout a chain

Yeah they hate me cuz I made a way
Feeling like chris paul I'm making plays
You can bet that my family straight
Stay in my lane cuz niggas too fake
They in ya face when it's food on the plate
Then they disappear when you run outta steak
They ont love you it really be hate
If you ain't a real we can't relate
These niggas be mad I'm having my way
Down on my ass they ain't have shit to say
I swear I was pulling in minimum wage
But I had a dream to keep going straight
This feeling it's really surreal
Help momma when she paying bills
Fuck a job mama work cuz she real
She been a hustler not tryna chill
My name gotti
I stand on that shit too
Niggas be bitches they really you
Too many funerals I had to sit thru
Now I be cautious move wit a stick too
Rocking dior cartier allat
Ain't sold a drug but a knock off ya ball cap
I paid to cost, my card I charge that
Fuck what I lost cuz I get it all back

Chasing that money will drive you insane
This type of shit have you losing ya brain
I know some real ones sniffing cocaine
Married the streets and I gave it a ring
The ex dee hit em put him in a sling
Don't fuss wit these niggas I know ima king
You snitched on ya bro and I thought that was gang
You reach over here you gon die bout a chain
Chasing that money will drive you insane
This type of shit have you losing ya brain
I know some real ones sniffing cocaine
Married the streets and I gave it a ring
The ex dee hit em put him in a sling
Don't fuss wit these niggas I know ima king
You snitched on ya bro and I thought that was gang
You reach over here you gon die bout a chain

Niggas they want me to lose
Can't wait to see my face come cross the news
I ain't shaking ya I ain't chilling wit you
I'm just bomping the horn & keep driving thru
And you know when it's war we really on that
Ain't tryn talk save all the chit chat
Said I took your wont get ya bitch back
We run in ya pockets you ain't getting shit back
Think I be playing I be pulling up dolo
Member them days I was riding in stolos
Fuck all you niggas don't hop in my photo
You taking something from me that's a no go
That's a no go no I can't go for that
I work too hard so I'm on go for that
When it be war you might get ya sholder snapped
You in the car then that mean the chaffer clapped
Like the nola clap you hear a lotta sounds
When we spinning the block get a hunnit rounds
Fuck the opps cuz I know they is not around
I don't fake for the gram I'm not a clown
In the trenches where most of niggas not allowed
Acting boujie I'm ducked in a private longe
Ain't bout money then I'm gon decline it now
They be hating on me cuz I'm shinning now

Chasing that money will drive you insane
This type of shit have you losing ya brain
I know some real ones sniffing cocaine
Married the streets and I gave it a ring
The ex dee hit em put him in a sling
Don't fuss wit these niggas I know ima king
You snitched on ya bro and I thought that was gang
You reach over here you gon die bout a chain
Chasing that money will drive you insane
This type of shit have you losing ya brain
I know some real ones sniffing cocaine
Married the streets and I gave it a ring
The ex dee hit em put him in a sling
Don't fuss wit these niggas I know ima king
You snitched on ya bro and I thought that was gang
You reach over here you gon die bout a chain