Yo Gotti - Crypto

I guess this shit like a freestyle
Laid back though

To be the have or the have not (not)
I seen niggas sellin' dope through Cash App
I'm seeing gangster niggas talkin' cryptocurrency
I had faith in my dawg, but what that earned me?
Disloyalty, I hate it with a passion
That was my nigga, but he crossed me out in fashion
You can never repay me for the trust you destroyed
Only God knows the shit I tried to avoid
And the shit that I supported, I did it proudly, loudly
Hunnid rounds chopper, that's the wild me
Hoppin' out the Bonneville, quarter key, Glock 23
Now we having meetings 'bout metaverses and NFT's
Twenty million in taxes, who would ever believe?
The shit I done achieved, sometimes I don't believe
I use to get a thousand pound, now they legalize weed
But I got niggas in the feds, they still ain't free
I'd sell a brick and put blues in my pocket (pocket)
Now they talkin' digital money and wallets
A hard drive (hard drive), yeah, hard drive (hard drive)
I remember my first million was hard to hide
Got a message to the real niggas (what's that?)
You cannot defeat the Internet, no matter what, so chill, nigga
Don't get distracted by the money, you too relaxed
You livin' life but I remember you was hungry
Nigga gotta keep that hunger, nigga buyin' bitch a Birkin
Niggas ain't takin' care of they mama, I don't respect it (can't respect it)
I see some flog shit, I'll check it, you niggas pathetic (pathetic)
Niggas ain't takin' care of they kids but they flexin'
Spent a hunnid on a Cuban in the projects
Let the money make the money, nigga, that's the process
Niggas takin' pills man made, that shit processed
But scared to take a vaccination shot, this shit make no sense
Niggas want a bad bitch so bad, they accept the bitch past, even if the ho toxic (yeah)
I'm tryna do the opposite (opposite), take a good girl, bring her into my world
Put her on some mob shit, show her how to turn a sixty to a hunnid mil'
Show her how to turn a hood life to Beverly Hills
Vacation out to Portugal and buy a crib
Her brother and them some fake gangsters, that's how it really is (really is)
Yeah, that's how it really is
Her brother and them some fake gangsters, that's how it really is

No internet thuggin' over here (at all)
We don't do nothin' online (shh)
Everything cold
Quit mixing real life with the internet
You know what I mean, I don't know the fuck what generation you was born in

Written by:
Mario Mims, Salomon Naar Gonzalez, Jack Richmeier, Brian White, Gaetano Aliotta, Momchil Jelev

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