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yo gotti - i’m out lyrics

[intro]
see, i look at this sh+t like football, you know what i’m sayin’?
ayy, this that nfl, n+gga (june, you’re a g+nius)
never felt love
never found love
and of course
no fake love

[verse 1]
i survived the streets (streets), and never been touched (touched)
they call it manifestin’, i just never lost a crush
n+ggas actin’ sus (sus), you should call ’em sis (huh?)
and i ain’t h0m+phobic, you just actin’ like a b+tch
free that n+gga— that sh+t foul as it gets
openin’ up the ‘gram, watchin’ his homeboy snitch
hurt me to my heart (heart), sickness in my stomach (stomach)
seein’ him in that courtroom make me wanna vomit (ugh)

[interlude]
ayy, free them n+ggas for real
ayy, we prayin’ for you, my n+gga, we know what you goin’ through

[verse 2]
i got rich and started stressin’, this a curse or it’s a blessin’?
we spend millions on security, but they still ain’t no protection
i’m in ny with my weapon (weapon), i’m in la with my weapon (weapon)
i’m on offense, i’m on defense, play with me, i’m star steppin’
my phantom just get driven (driven), i wake up with adrenaline (i’m nervous)
we never said don’t love your b+tch, just don’t put her in your business (you heard me?)
that’s pressure on your children (you heard me?), they mama now a witness (a witness)
her family just diss him because that sh+t can’t be forgiven (and that’s that)
big gotti, yeah, i’m c+cky (c+cky)
three+carat tennis chain on my b+tch and that sh+t rocky (rocky)
yeah, i ain’t talkin’ boxin’
floors full of white and ice, no hockey
pots on stoves, n+ggas cookin’ it like hibachi
n+ggas f+ckin’ up the re+up, steady stackin’ up the profits
runnin’ ’round here flexin’, buyin’ watches
ma, i pray these n+ggas stop it
only postin’ on my socials, ’cause i ain’t social
ayy, that’s gotti, he paranoid, don’t approach him
and you know he got that toaster
and you know he havin’ motion
somethin’ big, one in the head, that sh+t ain’t sittin’ inside no holster
ain’t never acceptin’ no ho sh+t, that n+gga there gon’ be vocal
just bought a crib on the coastal, he ain’t goin’ back and forth with no locals
ain’t goin’ back and forth with no dealer
you want a bad b+tch, you can build her
see, i’m the type that don’t kiss and tell
i’ll never buy a b+tch a bbl
but i’ll buy a ho a lot of chanel
make a wish, i’m a well (well)
i’m a gangster and a player (player)
how she yours if you pay her?
how she mine, half+naked?
on the ‘gram, can’t respect it (can’t)
real n+gga, i’ma check it (check it)
know the brand, protect it
reputation and relationships, gotta know your worth
that’s a birkin with no money in it, b+tch, you livin’ out a purse
and i can’t believe you n+ggas talkin’ on these phones (for real?)
callin’ from a jail like you alone, you n+ggas ain’t tryna come home
d+mn, they said on the call that they recordin’, you not listenin’? (this call is subject to recording and monitoring)
i don’t get it, ’cause you ignorin’ it
and i just seen a father (father), tellin’ on his son (disgusting)
and i just seen a drug dealer (a drug dealer?), tellin’ on his moms
i’m officially out these streets, n+gga (it’s over), what have it become?
i got principles and morals, but my feelings all numb (shh)
[outro]
where i come from, every day you wake up, every day you leave the house, you takin’ a chance on
goin’ to the federal penitentiary or gettin’ k!lled
all my closest friends gone
you know what i’m sayin’? i know what come with this lifestyle, like
that’s why i trip off on these—
that always wanna specify how much they in the street and how much they wanna be street in they hood
n+gga, where i come from, you tryna get out the hood
that’s the obstacle, n+gga

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