paroles de chanson For The Record - Yo Gotti
Hey,
Gotti
(what's
happenin'?)
You
ever
heard
that
story,
about
when
the
real
n-
came
in
last
place?
Nah,
nah,
nah,
I
don't
believe
that
(Me
neither)
ha!
Shout
out
to
grippin'
jewels
(grippin'
jewels)
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
n-
could
eat
(one
hundred)
My
n-
on
that
dog
food
(food),
stole
a
100K
(crossed
me)
It
was
a
million
in
their
safe,
why
the
f-
you
play?
(P-)
If
you
gon'
take
it,
take
it
all,
n-,
n-
'Cause
when
I
see
you,
I
want
it
all,
n-,
n-
Baby
momma
up
and
left
(why?)
She
left
me
scarred
(hurt
me)
But
I
can't
blame
her,
all
the
s-
I
done
(why?),
I
know
it's
hard
(yeah)
To
love
a
n-
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,
and
I
was
sellin'
bricks
I'm
rockin'
n-
record
deals
(on
my
wrist)
20
mill'
for
an
advance
check
(20
what?)
I
f-
around,
declined
it
(I
don't
give
a
f-)
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
s-,
uh
I
gave
these
n-
the
game,
I
guess
they
didn't
listen,
so
f-
'em
I
told
'em
big
homie
rules,
didn't
pay
attention,
these
n-
some
suckers,
uh
They
flex
on
the
'Gram,
they
show
they
lil'
racks,
but
they
live
with
their
momma,
uh
Gun
emoji
sign,
we
just
smoke
you,
don't
want
no
drama,
uh
Let
me
clear
up
the
air
No
beefs
with
no
rappers
at
all
My
focus
is
buildin'
my
n-
up
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
f-
around,
send
her
like
ten
thousand
flowers
to
her
job
'Cause
I
know
that
she
miss
me
And
she
know
my
history
I
know
her
potential
The
realer
you
is,
the
fire
that
head,
good
God
almost
sent
you,
uh
But
back
to
the
issues
at
hand
Don't
wanna
play
on
your
dawg
Don't
sacrifice
your
lil'
mans
You
got
to
build
the
team
Gettin'
a
hundred
racks
was
a
dream
Get
a
million,
didn't
even
seem
Like
it
was
possible
to
achieve
Now
I'm
playin'
with
her
fore,
ridin'
in
a
'Rari,
strapped
with
a
.40
That
was
400K,
yeah,
a
n-
ballin',
I
ain't
just
talkin'
F-
a
b-
good,
then
the
h-
stalk,
can't
get
her
off
me
Had
a
good
month,
tricked
on
a
b-,
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
n-
how
to
get
money
How
to
do
it
on
their
own
How
to
put
their
n-
on
The
definition
of
a
hustler
Treat
my
partners
like
brothers
Been
understood
business,
had
a
joint
venture
with
the
plug
Never
joined
the
gang,
still
a
thug
Never
did
nothin'
to
kids
or
women,
it's
off
limits
In
the
streets
I'm
official
If
I
ain't
with
you,
I'm
against
you
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