[Kenneth "Boobie" Williams]
Dudes can´t appreciate, you know what I´m saying, county and wealth, you know what I mean, as far as like inner wealth, you know what I mean? When you see when you the fool

[Yo Gotti]
I´m in a jungle
Lions, tigers and gorillas and shit nigga
It´s a lot of monkey ass niggas out here too
´Lotta hustle nigga
Rules, laws, strategy

[Yo Gotti]
10 million dollars later I´m a blessin´ nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressin´ nigga
Glock .40, Smith & Wesson nigga
Streets will never ever stop testin´ niggas
Youngin´ give ´em a head shot, send a message nigga
Part rapper, part goon, still finessin´ nigga
I believe in hustle I don´t fuck with luck
And it´s fuck em kill em all if they don´t fuck with us

Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices
Cocaine Mafia, double check the prices
Niggas killin´ niggas like they got a license
Niggas crossin´ over like they Allen Iverson
Fuck that iPhone 6, they be trackin´ niggas
I´m about to get a beeper, fade to black on niggas
Gotti, goodnight, I´m gone
I be back when they quit livin´ through phones
When niggas put the gram down and pick the grams up
You got follows but no dollars man that shit ain´t addin´ up
Nah, and all the dirt I done, all the bricks I sold
I can´t sleep at night, paranoid it shows
I be strapped on stage, fuck the award show
Cause I shoot this bitch up and only God knows

[Skit]
Yeah like I told you a long time ago fam, y´all gon´ hold it against you. I keep fightin´ doin´ this to y´all. Every time I get somethin´ in the mail whether it´s favorable or not from the courts, I keep puttin´ it down because y´all are my motivation. I appreciate the love

[Rick Ross]
Niggas ridin´ gold rims and they mama po
And they kill a family member for that envelope´
I´m the Lionel Richie to these Commodores
We flipped pies to franchisin´ Dominoes
I speak for dope boys every track I´m on
Until this day my people never rat or told
Posted 20 in, I´m talkin´ fed pen
The line between us both have gained so very thin

Amongst my boys, I´m W.E.B. Du Bois
Souls of black folk to hustle wasn´t a choice
Rap game everybody skimmin´ off the top
Fuck the interest as long as you pull it off the lot
Hoes wanna fuck, haters wanna hate
Certified sack boy, black Ronald Reagan
Double M no longer that Buick Regal money
Nickel bag niggas so don´t make me put a kilo on it
Negotiatin´ for it or either we take it
Niggas even shootin´ choppers in a fuckin´ cadence
Fell out with some people that I still love
I guess that´s how it goes when it´s real blood
I remember countin´ cash standin´ in the trap
I turned my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks
60 M´s later, it´s 300 tax

Still losin´ weight with the south on my back, nigga

[ Rick Ross]
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close to the edge
I pray you live by these rules
We came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules

[ Rick Ross]
Ain´t no mercy young nigga
It´s the jungle, locs
And I pray you rich forever
Gotti, I pray you rich forever
All my niggas I pray you rich forever

When you smokin´ and you vibin´ to this shit
I pray you rich forever my nigga
Hood Billionaire