The Kosmos Pt. 4 - Moon Probe

Gotti It's fuckin' war, man It's live Time flyin' and I'm not gettin' young (Word) The best days of my life is like '91 On the run as a juvenile livin' wild Foul on the hill with them cinder blocks Pitch game on point just like the White Sox I'm a thug for life and I won't stop What up, opps? You holdin' down north clique (Gotti) Gotti got Sactown gettin' more rich Life's a bitch, but I'ma fuck her raw, dog (Word) When it comes to beef, I'm goin' overboard (Right) I got grenades, shotguns and two nines The world is mine, that's how I feel inside Spit bars so I can get my rent paid You gotta love it, we higher than a jet plane Fly as fuck, laced up in war gear QB tatted on me, we all here Sip beers, put fear in everyone I know I did shit that you never done Caught jooks, robbed stores and all that I'm not proud about it, dun