| They compare me to the rappers out the south, Who outdated
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| And the other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it
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| When they doubt me or they out me, make me stronger, make me face it
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| But I know I’m not a phase, I’mma be one of the greatest
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| In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams
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| Didn’t wanna stop, wanna ta be a lyricist
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| Then I switch the whole flow up, then started rapping about dope,
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| got caught on that jewelery shit
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| Before young Jeezy started rapping detailed about dope, I thought niggas don’t
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| wanna hear that shit
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| I could’ve done that shit 5 years fore him, but they come along with them
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| sentences
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| Must have went to New York like a million times, got a mil' on a table,
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| I ain’t even sign
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| Warner had two and I turned it down, did a lot of shit in this life of mine
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| I ain’t have to help, I had to grind, no complaints
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| These rap niggas, I know em all, 99% niggas lying
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| It go industry, fake as fuck, you don’t like it shut me up
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| Niggas saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake em up
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| Flat line heartbeat, game in a coma
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| Nigga, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna
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| Grew up up on that Outkast, every hood, I was an outcast
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| In the middle of my hood, what break three stacks, get a hundred twenty five in
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| a glad bag
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| And we got big boy guns, hold hundred
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| That’s for any pussy ass nigga wanna run up
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| What it do, Ross? |
| What’up, Wayne? |
| Salute, Stunner, Gucci Mane
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| Niggas ask me why I never done a song with Plies
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| What’s Understood don’t got to be explained so I never replied
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| Race for the money, never get tired
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| Plug on the way, he never retired
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| Order a Hundred and put that on my name
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| Is death on the money, it’s blood on my chain
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| That .40 we got bodies, niggas killing for hobbies
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| We got hoes in the room, we got hoes in the lobby
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| Bitches fucking for free, niggas killing for pennies
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| CMG that the team, we in the streets and we winning
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| HOOK
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| Remember Sosa told Tony not to fuck with me
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| Then then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep
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| Then Tony wana go in but he ass dead
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| So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said
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| But he was fucking with that dope and he wasn’t focused
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| Read between the lines, I’m talking to you locals
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| I’m talkin to any nigga that want war
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| Then let me get my M’s up, you don’t want war
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| HOOK
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| I wanna, plant of marijuana
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| Not a plant, but a field
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| Not a field, but a dome
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| See niggas cook yay
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| Serve fiends, same home
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| Same niggas, G’d up
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| Bitch up, same zone
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| I wanna, look at niggas different, but I can’t
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| I wanna, try to trust these bitches, but I ain’t
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| Niggas instagramin cars that they know ain’t theirs
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| You can be a fake rapper, now days nobody cares |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CPR , by - Yo Gotti. Song from the album CM7: The World Is Yours, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп