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Yo Gotti - Thinking Hours (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Damien Aubrey
Damien Aubrey
Songwriter
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Songwriter
Nicholas M. Warwar
Nicholas M. Warwar
Songwriter
Michael Sanlofer
Michael Sanlofer
Songwriter
Nickolas Ashford
Nickolas Ashford
Composer
Valerie Simpson
Valerie Simpson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Producer
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Producer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(No one, no-no one gets the prize) yeah, ayy I just woke up, my whole city cryin' Every 60 seconds, they blowin' up my line (ring) I ain't speakin' on shit that ain't no business of mine And I ain't got the time (so I ain't even tryin') This the city of Memphis, this the city of kings I got faith in the city, Martin died for the dream When you jump in these streets, you gotta know what that mean That's why I don't leave the house without a switch and a beam If I'm a hundred percent honest, I'm a lil' disappointed (I am) With allegations and rumors like you niggas wanted (me?) Me behind bars, not in these foreign cars (for real) I ain't on that petty shit, nigga, I'm creatin' stars Who brought you Birthday Bash (me) with yo' favorite stars? (Me) Who the first nigga jumpin' out yo' favorite cars? (Gotti) North Memphis trappin'-ass nigga (nigga) And I ain't never let 'em play me like these rappin'-ass niggas Never been no ass-kisser (never), Gotti a hater, oh, I'm the last nigga So the street honorin' lies, I wash my hands with 'em Nigga, I put on for this city without a flaw on my name And dealt with everything that came with it I put plagues on the wall, I put niggas on Billboard I done lived a life these niggas would kill for I was feedin' the babies, puttin' niggas through school Turned trappers to execs, now they in boardrooms Nigga, I changed the future, never joined a gang, stayed neutral I ain't pocket watchin' niggas, if you winnin', I salute you Maybe I'm too big for niggas to understand (to understand) Or maybe I'm too real, and I don't understand Got a question for my city, is you proud of me or not? (Is you?) Soccer team owner, I used to get it out the pot At 20 dollars a pop, in Ridgecrest sellin' rocks Now I just broke ground to build a condo down on Popular With Gotti in the driver seat, they know nobody stoppin' us Again, why would I be hatin'? Nobody hot as us Do you know what I'm worth? Do you know what I own? You can check my investments, you can Google my home And I don't say I'm a king 'cause I sit on a throne Nigga, I say I'm a king 'cause I stand on my own I provide for my people, me and my niggas are equal I put on for my city, but (No one gets the prize) (No one, no one, no one)
Writer(s): Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson, Mario Mims, Tarik Azzouz, Nicholas Warwar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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