Yo Gotti Ain't No Turning Around Lyrics

I’m from the hard knock life, that all white lie,
Pop it with it at the phone when they’re getting that
bad life,
Nigger goes like gospel, kills me in the chorus with
the drop head after,
You’re a sleight master, you don’t care, barely in the
blur,
And I ain't enjoying team, ‘cause I have my own line.
Got my own man, saw my own math, fifty one hundred like
a hundred’s on time.

Won’t you put your hand on that pot?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you bush your first glock?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you jump off that porch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
These streets hot like a torch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around

I’m from the hard knock life, that all black lights,
It’s making sales on a mountain bike, yeah, that’s that
crack life
Bring the whole one down and sell ‘em on next,
Couple days later, four door six.
Lord, I love shimy spray every day’s a hiny day,
f*ck, you think we’ll charge you like you ... it
anyway.
Yeah, just look at those that took a nap,
When you’re on the road to riches, nigger, ain’t no
looking back.

Won’t you put your hand on that pot?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you bush your first glock?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you jump off that porch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
These streets hot like a torch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around

Shots five men down, says he was hands down
Pull the brutality, nigger, the reality
Trade the money all in a black hoodie
You nigger big and fat, waiting for a bully
Big babies is the world on drugs,
What you’re seeing in, you see my god damn pearl
Why you fit here you see my god damn self
I have more love for these streets than my god damn
self

Won’t you put your hand on that pot? Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you bush your first glock?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you jump off that porch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
These streets hot like a torch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around

Young nigger’s wiling, shooting shit rapidly
To give him ten years, they do that happily
They don’t understand, they bring him down the faculty
And wait about to front, is this the nigger’s that some
back on me
Grown man be at, that’s how you 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.

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 of the
game,
Got to sacrifice, gotta know to fight,
Give your sin as for it break away
Is your record clean? Lord knows it’s a poor sight,
Caught up in the snitch-snatch, will you imagine that?
Remember what I told you, f*ck you, you can turn your
back now
Once upon a time he a really, he a redneck
Never turn your back on niggers that you thug with,
Bitch that you really like never fall in love with
Never seen you plug with the money up front,
If you smoke get your own ‘cause don’t hit a nigger
blunt
Remember, dog, go sales and bitches gonna leave soon
Niggers go to jail, so that’s a day from hell
You nigger all will think that he’ll ...
Now he ain’t do these bitches on the wall and his male
But he ain’t tell, so niggers got salute him
And when you hit the streets again, making sure he eat
again
He won’t be a beast again, he don’t have to kill again
For eighteen five, you nigger go lie.