Yo Gotti - I Am Lyrics:
You welcome
Yeah
Aye this I Am the story ni**a. Huh? Yeah
I can show you how to cook right
Can I show you what a millionaire look like?
Aye let me show you how to cook right
This what a millionaire look like
Young ni**a in the hood watching out for hustlers
All these ni**as with me I love em like my brothers
I am the struggle
I am the hustle
I am the city
I'm the pot in the kitchen
I used to save pennies now I stay next door to Penny
Hardaway ni**a got my meals the harder way
Selling crack music now I run some smarter ways
Exit the game and got rich that's a fade-away Ha
What a millionaire look like
Yea I can show him how to cook right
Turn a NaN to a half
Turn a brick to a jag
Ni**a you do the math if you can add right
Mixtape doing shows for the forty
All I need is one mic and a Glock 40
Tour bus full of killers
Whenever I'm in the building
Then build the cake to the ceiling
Can't describe the feeling
I am the legend fortunately
I am success fortunately
Imagine life in the crisp
Young ni**a with techs
Head shots in the day
Throwing our lives away
I understand though
I come from that land home
Ounce of yay will kill a ni**a
And I was the man. Ho
Shots fired
Bullets fired
Coming out that van door
Family crying
Seen that shit so many times
Heart cold
Mafia
I grew up when three 6 shit was popular
I was hustling thugging keys of cocaine and would pop it up
I had bricks down Choppers up
And won't no ni**a real as us
City f**king with me cuz they know a ni**a really f**k
Yea. Then this shit got easy
Told my dog I had a mil
And he ain't believe me
I told him Cool
For a brick bring me 22 even
I was living trap or die before I heard about Jesus forreal
I can show you how to cook right
And what a millionaire look like
Yea bout to show you how to cook right
Or what a multi-millionaire look like ni**a
I am
I am
Self-Made like Ross said ni**a
Ain't no ni**a gave me shit partner
Yea
Better ask about me ni**a
Now I'll tell it exactly to their motherf**king face
Ni**a I got a car worth your budget ni**a f**k you talking bout Huh? Yea
And this that motion picture shit
This reality music ni**a
The biography of a street ni**a
Hey. That mean this shit non-fiction holmes
It's CMG my ni**a
LA Reid what pop?
Yeah
Aye this I Am the story ni**a. Huh? Yeah
I can show you how to cook right
Can I show you what a millionaire look like?
Aye let me show you how to cook right
This what a millionaire look like
Young ni**a in the hood watching out for hustlers
All these ni**as with me I love em like my brothers
I am the struggle
I am the hustle
I am the city
I'm the pot in the kitchen
I used to save pennies now I stay next door to Penny
Hardaway ni**a got my meals the harder way
Selling crack music now I run some smarter ways
Exit the game and got rich that's a fade-away Ha
What a millionaire look like
Yea I can show him how to cook right
Turn a NaN to a half
Turn a brick to a jag
Ni**a you do the math if you can add right
Mixtape doing shows for the forty
All I need is one mic and a Glock 40
Tour bus full of killers
Whenever I'm in the building
Then build the cake to the ceiling
Can't describe the feeling
I am the legend fortunately
I am success fortunately
Imagine life in the crisp
Young ni**a with techs
Head shots in the day
Throwing our lives away
I understand though
I come from that land home
Ounce of yay will kill a ni**a
And I was the man. Ho
Shots fired
Bullets fired
Coming out that van door
Family crying
Seen that shit so many times
Heart cold
Mafia
I grew up when three 6 shit was popular
I was hustling thugging keys of cocaine and would pop it up
I had bricks down Choppers up
And won't no ni**a real as us
City f**king with me cuz they know a ni**a really f**k
Yea. Then this shit got easy
Told my dog I had a mil
And he ain't believe me
I told him Cool
For a brick bring me 22 even
I was living trap or die before I heard about Jesus forreal
I can show you how to cook right
And what a millionaire look like
Yea bout to show you how to cook right
Or what a multi-millionaire look like ni**a
I am
I am
Self-Made like Ross said ni**a
Ain't no ni**a gave me shit partner
Yea
Better ask about me ni**a
Now I'll tell it exactly to their motherf**king face
Ni**a I got a car worth your budget ni**a f**k you talking bout Huh? Yea
And this that motion picture shit
This reality music ni**a
The biography of a street ni**a
Hey. That mean this shit non-fiction holmes
It's CMG my ni**a
LA Reid what pop?