Really The Game (Ft. 2 Chainz, Soulja Boy, T.I. & Yo Gotti)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo
Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo (Really?)
Hate rats, got my niggas in the fed
Got money in the bank and money on my head
Really? Niggas sound silly
Wanna talk money? Yeah, count it, ten milli
Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly
Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy
Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?
Think I give a fuck about the industry?
Pussy ass nigga better Google me
Boy I really made a million out the fuckin' streets
Boy I had a white car back in '04
Back in running wood days and ridin' low
When bein' a street nigga really meant something
Now niggas sell his soul for a follow
If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you niggas?
Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer?
Nah, L.A. Reid gave me that check today
Took that shit to the 'jects, empowered the hittas
I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey
And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains
Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock
Or slidin' through Compton with Game
Cause real niggas livin' the same