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They compare me to the rappers out the south, Who outdated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 or 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 shit

Before young Jeezy started rapping detailed about dope, I thought niggas don’t

wanna hear that shit

I could’ve done that shit 5 years fore him, but they come along with them

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Must have went to New York like a million times, got a mil' on a table,

I ain’t even sign

Warner had two and I turned it down, did a lot of shit in this life of mine

I ain’t have to help, I had to grind, no complaints

These rap niggas, I know em all, 99% niggas lying

It go industry, fake as fuck, you don’t like it shut me up

Niggas saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake em up

Flat line heartbeat, game in a coma

Nigga, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna

Grew up up on that Outkast, every hood, 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 pussy ass nigga wanna run up

What it do, Ross?

What’up, Wayne?

Salute, Stunner, Gucci Mane

Niggas ask me why I never done a song with Plies

What’s Understood don’t got to be explained so I never replied

Race for the money, never get tired

Plug on the way, he never retired

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, niggas killing for hobbies

We got hoes in the room, we got hoes in the lobby

Bitches fucking for free, niggas killing for pennies

CMG that the team, we in the streets and we winning

HOOK

Remember Sosa told Tony not to fuck with me

Then then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep

Then Tony wana go in but he ass dead

So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said

But he was fucking with that dope and he wasn’t focused

Read between the lines, I’m talking to you locals

I’m talkin to any nigga that want war

Then let me get my M’s up, you don’t want war

HOOK

I wanna, plant of marijuana

Not a plant, but a field

Not a field, but a dome

See niggas cook yay

Serve fiends, same home

Same niggas, G’d up

Bitch up, same zone

I wanna, look at niggas different, but I can’t

I wanna, try to trust these bitches, but I ain’t

Niggas instagramin cars that they know ain’t theirs

You can be a fake rapper, now days nobody cares