Yo Gotti - Ain't No Turning Around lyrics

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I'm from the hard knock life, that all white life Pop a wheelie on that 4 wheeler yea that's that bike life n***as ghost like casper catch me in a ghost with drop head after You a slave master, rob your own kind blind lean blind And I ain't join your team cause I got my own grind Got my own mind, sold my own 9's, fifty five hundred like a hundred's some times [Hook: Yo Gotti] Once you put your hand on that pot Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around Once you bush your first Glock Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around Once you jump off that porch (young n***a) Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around These streets hot as a torch (young n***a) Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I'm from the hard knock life, that all black life It's making sales on a mountain bike, yeah, that's that crack life Break a whole one down and sell 'em all next Couple days later, four door six Love to let the semi spray every day's a henny day f** it they gon charge you like you an adult anyway Yeah, just look at those that took a nap When you're on the road to riches, n***a, ain't no looking back [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] Shots fired men down, say's he was hands down Police brutality, n***a, this reality Trayvon Martin in a all black hoodie Young n***a big 40 waiting on a bully Big benz is the world on d** Watching CNN and seen my God damn plug Watching BET and seen my God damn self I have more love for these streets than my God damn self [Verse 4: Jadakiss] Uhh Yea haha! Young n***as wyling, shooting sh** rapidly To give him ten years, they do that happily They don't understand, they bringing down the faculty Ain't worried about the fronters, it's the n***as that's in back of me Grown man b.I., and that's how they handle it Reputation is everything, it's over when you're damaging Money is easy to get, is just hard to manage it Always remember the rules before you put your hand in it [Verse 5: Yo Gotti] Before you put your hand in it You got to be the man in it You Got to understand it, got to know the rules to the game Got to sacrifice, got to know it's a five year sentence for a brick of white That's if your record clean Lord knows it's a poor sight Caugh up in the snitch, smash on em' you don't match now Remember what I told you, f** it, you can turn your back now Once upon a time he was real, he a rat now Never turn your back on n***as that you thug with b**h that you really like, never fall in love with Never seen you plug with the money up front If you smoke get your own kush don't hit a n***a blunt Remember dope gon sale and b**hes gonna leave Soon n***as go to jail, so that's a day from hell Young n***a oh well, thinking he a player Now he living through his pictures on the wall and his mall But he ain't tell, so n***a I salute em' And when he hit the streets again, making sure he eat again He won't be a beast again, hit em' with a key again For eighteen five, young n***a go live