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lirik lagu cpr – yo gotti


they compare me to the rappers out the south, who outdated
and the other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it
when they doubt me and they out me, make me stronger, make me face it
but i know i’m not a phase, i’mma be one of the greatest
in beginning, when i first started and i had dreams
didn’t wanna stop, wanna ta be a lyricist
then i switch the whole flow up, then started rapping about dope, got caught on that jewelery sh*t
before young jeezy started rapping detailed about dope, i thought n*gg*s don wanna hear that sh*t
i could’ve done that sh*t 5 years fore hime, but they come along with them sentences
must have went to new york like a million times, got a mil’ on a table, i ain’t even sign
one out two and i turned it down, did a lot of sh*t in this life of mine
i ain’t have to help, i had to grind, no complaints
these rap n*gg*s, i know em all, 99% n*gg*s lying

it go industry, vegas f*ck, you don’t like me shut me up
n*gg*s saying hip hop’s dead, cpr, wake em up
flat line heartbeat, game in a coma
n*gg*, i’m a dope boy, i do what i wanna

grew up upon the al-qaeda, neighborhood, i was an outcast
in the middle of my hood, what break three stacks, get a hundred twenty five in a glad bag
and we got big boy guns, hold hundred
that’s for any p*ssy *ss n*gg* wanna run up
what it do, ross? what’up, wayne? salute, stunner, gucci mane
n*gg*rs ask me why i never done a song with plies
what’s understood don’t got to be explain so i never reply
race for the money, never get tired
plug on the way, he never retire
order a hundred and put that on my name
is death on the money, it’s blood on my chain
that .40 we got bodies, n*gg*rs killing for hobbies
we got hoes in the room, we got hoes in the lobby
b*tches f*cking for free, n*gg*rs killing for pennies
cmg that the team, we in the streets and we winning


remember sosa told tony not to f*ck with me
then then sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep
then tony wanna go in but he ain’t deep
so tony should have listen to what sosa said
but he was f*cking with that dope and he won’t focus
read between the lines, i’m talking to you locals
i’m talkin to any n*gg* that want war
then let me get my m’s up, you don want war


i wanna plant of marijuana
not a plant, but a field
not a field, but a dome
see n*gg*s cook yay
serve fiends same home
same n*gg*rs g’d up
b*tch up, same zone
i wanna look at n*gg*rs different, but i can’t
i wanna try to trust these b*tches, but i ain’t
n*gg* instagraming cars that they know ain’t theirs
you can be a fake rapper, now days n*body cares

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