Yo Gotti - No Rearview TWO lyrics

Talking : Starlito I think n***as just be forgetting to breathe sometimes. Just inhale, exhale Focus on that first Verse 1: Starlito I came from nothing Anything's better than that Anything's better than going backwards Real rap f**ing right I rap for them racks I'm still strapped Anything goes always The real gone feel that A lot of times in the trap You can feel trapped I was told if he won't hustle He'll steal, that still fact Like when the n***a you thought was real Now you feel like he a rat It's k** or be k**ed Weigh your feelings up in a bag Dealing is in the past Steal or go get that sack Legitimate but I ain't finna attack Just hit me fifty racks Flipping stack Flip, flipping stacks (flipping stacks) But once they get a lil money You know how n***as act I ain't never had sh** Consider that I probably lost like twenty different gats Threw a few running from the laws Some we ditch had the digits scratched off Vaguely remember that Don't make me get in to that Please Verse 2: Don Trip I signed a deal Ain't want it I walked away with 290 36 months with no album But f** it I ain't complaining Sometimes I hate being famous Don't go nowhere with no banger That's why I really hate flying Cause I can't fly with the iron Ain't no permit This sh** I got shoot too many times With all this sh** on my mind Still tell my b**h I'm just fine Who am I kidding I'm lying But I can't take a bow Wear that paint on my face Only my kids see me smile I went on tour with Wale Went on tour with The Game Without a cent to my name That when everything changed I said f** it I was better off hustling It was all or nothing I did this all for nothing I'm ready for war like Custer On my last stand At the telly with that sack and a mac 10 That and a thirty round Glock You know how macs jam Or maybe you don't You know when I'm on I was born in hell And I plan on taking it home Who coming with me God speed [Speaking: Yo Gotti] Yea Like, I remember my first time I met Trip I was like I gotta introduce you to Star Like you n***as sound good together Yall go hard So I see yall n***as do yall thang Man, I'm just proud of you You heard me [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] In '99 n***a had his eyes on the trap table In 2000 n***a started rapping Got my on label Sold birds got my own paper Had my own gun And my own shooters For my own haters Bought my own acres I can drug talk you I can real estate you I can architect you a chrome tec Try to build a team like I build a house You know slab, bricks then cashing out Lito, tell these n***as where you know me from Trip, tell these n***as how you met an n***a First, a n***a put you on a tour bus Took you all around the world with a squad of working n***as If about getting money I done it If a n***a bust fire and you got fire But you don't bust You running You a b**h p**y You coming Peep the play I can see the sh** coming Duck your head n***a out the car dumping Empty clip till his heart stop pumping Then the laws start coming Anyway This just the light flood now That them neighbors was hardaway My sister get cars and my b**hes bags On every holiday My n***as get opportunities I put them in positions I done made millions And I'm still grinding That's hustle's ambition [Outro: Yo Gotti] See n***as get lazy once they get money But see me, it's like I never felt rich, I never will I'm always hungry Like I get one million, I want ten Once I get ten, I want twenty Once I get a twenty piece, I want a thirty clip It's what the game is You know what I'm saying You gotta be born with this sh** You gotta be motivated n***a ain't gotta wake you up to get no money n***a you gotta wake with money on your mind n***a what you go to sleep thinking about p**y Oh I forgot You is a p**y