Da Movement Breaks Young Gotti

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 Da Movement Breaks Young Gotti


Yo, Gotti  let’s come alive, it’s time to really put forth da movement, we need roll dice like 7and half deuce

Back in the day when rap had the groove, you know we ain’t losing.  

Young Gotti  lost his way, but son, he was the master,  

Couple shots, couple scars, he moved like a disaster.  


Tore it up like Eminem, they always said, “You ain’t the best,”  

But he rose up from the ashes, fuck the hate, he passed the test.  

Came out swinging like a 911 flight attendant,  

His lyrics heat the beat, but he had that grit, transcendent.  


He spit the truth, no doubt, he could mumble on a track,  

From ghetto rap to twisted R&B, he put ‘em on the map.  

Had his struggles, had a lady, kids he never revealed,  

Underground gangster movin’ up, that’s how the game feels.  


Coming from the top, like an Italian job scene,  

Young Gotti’s breaking out, you thought you could intervene?  

Thought you’d pay my bills, but this squirrel’s here to show you,  

I’m rockin’ with my brothers, let the real ones come through.  


Knockin’ out the maverick, problem child in the mix,  

Showing what real Italians do, this ain’t no cheap tricks.  

YouTube facades, nah, we bring that family trust,  

Bernacchi crew rise up, you know it’s a must.  


From day one, we lived by improvise, adapt, overcome,  

Let’s rock this together, Young Gotti, this ain’t no run.  

The Godfather’s on the mic, and we knocking down walls,  

Mafia vibes alive, motherfucker, hear the calls.  


Welcome to the chaos, Bible thumping on the beat,  

Show what underestimate means, turn you up, feel that heat.  

We shake the world like WWE, giants never die,  

Chaos come alive, we thrive, reach for the sky.  


There’s no Italian job that we can’t handle or smash,  

Coming back like we should’ve, not giving up, we clash.  

That’s who we are, the movement’s on the rise,  

Young Gotti, in the game, you can’t hide from our eyes.  


Yo, Gotti come alive, it’s time to really put forth da movement,  

Feel the energy, break the chains, we ain’t ever losing.  

From the underground, we ascend, bringing heat, hear the sound,  

Da Movement breaks Young Gotti, watch us turn it all around.

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