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yo gotti - untrapped lyrics

[intro]
these tears i cry sure won’t be the last (ayy, rest in peace to nip)
they will not be the last, no (ayy, the album was done, i had to go back in on this sh-t)
’cause this pain inside (see, i feel even more trapped)
it never seems to p-ss me, i said it never seems to p-ss me by
yeah

[verse 1]
where’d we start off? how’d we go wrong?
n-ggas risk it all to put a n-gga name in his song
n-ggas fighting over blocks that we don’t even own
leave the house to get a bag and never make it back home
bulletproof truck, i’m full time rapping
i wasn’t living like this when i was still trapping
son seen me shed a tear, he like, “daddy, what happened?”
i’m like, “daddy aight, but daddy don’t know what’s gon’ happen”
n-ggas rapping gangster lyrics and thinkin’ it’s cool
’til you the suspect or victim they post on the news
so the dope that you selling the dope that you use
y’all made poppin’ pills cool, you n-ggas confused
i’m a true independent, you n-ggas should listen
whether record label or not, i was investing my millions
i spent millions on my artists and did it consistently
if it ain’t real boss talk, n-gga, watch how you mention me
real estate, got a check, twenty mil on that
thirty in the bank, i’m fifty off, i’m still at that
i seen a hundred bricks, i had a hundred dracos with a hundred shots
but ’til i see that hundred mil’, i ain’t really did nothing, n-gga
i ain’t impressed by a k!ller
i’m impressed by a hustler who’s taking care of his mother and his brother
and his significant other
put his n-ggas in position to show ’em he love ’em

[interlude]
’cause this pain inside (ayy, you know i just moved to la, right?)
it never seems to p-ss me, i said it never seems to p-ss me by (so i had to ride down crenshaw just to see it for myself, d-mn)
so i thank you, said i thank you (just got a call back home too, said sh-t ain’t lookin’ good)
said i thank you (just life)
for makin’ me a woman, oh

[verse 2]
i just paid eight mil’ to the irs
i don’t agree, but then again you can say i’m blessed
late night, no sleep, you can say i’m stressed
bruh called, say he fighting for his life, say less
quarter mil’ to the lawyer, straight cash, no check
never lied to my n-ggas, i’ma stand on that
i done cried to my n-ggas (cried to my n-ggas)
’cause real brothers really love each other and n0body threats
i just went to jay house, got hit with reality
i got a long way to go, for real, this sh-t baffling
ninety mil’ on a crib and he not an athlete
if i don’t make it for my family, this sh-t gon’ be a tragedy
i’m tryna live life and make sure they proud of me
i give no energy to critics or n-ggas who doubted me
i’m a black-owned business owner, entrepreneur
we all from the gutter, from the mud, from the sewer
send a text to meek (yeah), told him move safe (safe)
send a text to youngsta (youngsta), i’m checking on your case
send a text to bagg (bagg), boy, you’re on your way (you’re outta here)
don’t get caught up in these streets, you one hit away
i sat down with bloc (what up?), told him, “you’re young, but you gotta take this sh-t serious” (you gotta)
life ’bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry (for real)
i just hope that they hearin’ me, i love these n-ggas dearly
they like, “gotti, you changed,” yeah, i call it maturity
i gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
five million in watches and no stones in the jewelry
fn on me, n-gga, i’m securing security
i’m tryna get a hundred mil’, f-ck facing a jury

[outro]
(said i thank you)
see, n-ggas think all this lil’ sh-t you doing cool (said i thank you, for makin’ me a)
’til it’s you versus the motherf-ckin’ federal government, n-gga
then what? (said i thank you)
then what you lil’ n-ggas gon’ do? (said i thank you)
start telling every motherf-ckin’ thing you know, huh?
that ain’t a real n-gga, that ain’t no gangster sh-t
all these n-ggas on instagram posting they motherf-ckin’ business and sh-t
draco this, big sack that
and they gon’ be the first n-gga to rat on a n-gga, you know what i’m sayin’?
whole social media sh-t the police, n-gga
when you n-ggas gon’ wake up, n-gga?
nineteen, n-gga still tellin’ on himself
where they do that it?
this rich gangster sh-t forever
fft, let me hear that
(these tears i cry sure won’t be the last
they will not be the last, no)

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