Lyrics:

See dis a motion picture shit (COCAINE)
Get ya sprite, pop ya pill, lets ride (YO GOTTI)
24 Hrs crack weed or powder who wanna shop wit me (YO GOTTI)
I got dem pills goin' for da cheap cheap
Um da neighborhood pharmacy

I was livin' my life like a muthafuckin rockstar
Sellin dem white blocks put me in a cop car
Put me in front a judge told your honor I ain't guilty
Talkn bout some bullshit came outta conspiracy
I'm young 'n' um thuggin' goin' hard 'n' um hustlin
Um jus tryna get my money mane um sick and tired of strugglin
My people doin' time my family countin' on me
Lord don't take my freedom way got a lot a ridin' on me
Um gamblin wit my life um jus tryna throw a 11
Um jus tryna jump a point foe I see another 7
If all else fails and shit ain't what it seems
Just watch me turn my hood into a small Walgreens

I bet I got dem guitars o' bars lorotabs demeralls
Tusclenicks aderall oxycottin I got 'em all
I'm a pharmaceutical
I bet I got dem viketin mbm percasets supermans
Purple drank methadone get 'em in get 'em gone
I'm a pharmaceutical

Um movin 24 hrs in my hood dey call me Dr. Gotti
Sold a million pills den I went 'n' coped dat maseratti
Lookin' out for OCU tryna dwn my OTC
Perscription drug want a couple hundred come 'n' shop wit me
Don't call a nigga phone talkin' wreckless wit dat nonsense
Viketin superman dats if you want some extra strength
Say you want it now den I bet you I got something for dat
A naked lady have ya baby hot 'n' ready 'n' super wet
If I don't make it rappin' den um headed right back to da crest
Watch me turn my muthafuckin block into a CVS
What yu want what yu need park right der apartment 3
Pickin' up or droppin' off which ever one is cool wit me

OK between me 'n' yu I jus got me like a case or two
Grape juice soarin in a pan 'n' yu know what it do
Codeine promethazine dat shit dat make a nigga lean
Mix it wit ya favorite drink 'n' sip it wit ya home team
Pineapple snapple and a deuce a have yu feeling great
4 O'z of dat kind of shit I bet dat ass can't stay awake
I bet dat ass can't shake and bake in da kitchen like Yo Gotti do
Mr. Chef I did da pyrex pin wit chapters 1 and 2
Um mr thousand 8 grams mr take a million yams
Ben wit da shit um mr fuck yo bitch n I don't give a damn
Um bout to pop a bar hop in my car look for a fallin' star
So I can make a wish dat my niggas get released 2ma

(Um yo gotti)