As one of the six epicenters of Southern hip hop, Memphis has always had a thriving underground capable of producing major platinum superstars such as Eightball & MJG, 3-6 Mafia and Project Pat,Skip a.k.a Gianni Booker. All of the above-mentioned artists at one point in time literally dominated the cityβs underground rap scene before going on to become national superstars. Next up to bat is Yo Gotti, M-Townβs current underground rap kingpin. Like his namesake John Gotti, the Memphis based rapper has been running the Southern underground scene with an iron fist for the past. Known and respected throughout the South for his skill and finesse on the microphone, Yo Gotti is one the Southβs most respected young rappers.
Born Mario Mims, Yo Gotti grew up in the infamous Ridge Crest Apartments in a North Memphis neighborhood called Frazier. His childhood was typical for a poor ghetto youth in the Deep South. Raised in a family of hustlers and exposed to hard times 24 hours a day the Tennessee rap titan soon turned to the only thing that he knew could get him paid, hustling. βBeing from the hood things like hustling will come your way,β says Yo Gotti. βEverybody in my family hustled in some kinda way.β Ironically, hustling is what ultimately led Yo Gotti to rapping.
Taking his cue from Memphis rap legends such as Eightball & MJG, Al Kapone, Gangsta Black, Triple 6 Mafia and Kingpin Skinny Pimp, all of whom he lists as influences, Yo Gotti released his own underground tape entitled, Youngster on the Come Up and placed it on consignment at local mom & pop record stores as well as hustling it out the trunk. The tape sold like hotcakes on the street and made Yo Gotti the hottest rapper on the streets of Memphis. From the Dope Game to the Rap Game, Yo Gottiβs sophomore effort sold so well that Select-O-Hits, a local based independent distributor offered him a small deal and the Memphis rapper more than doubled his fan base with absolutely no marketing or promotions. Soon he found himself ranked among the cityβs top rappers. In addition to being featured on the cover of Murderdog Magazine along side his idols Kingpin Skinny Pimp and Al Kapone his record From the Dope Game to the Rap Game made the list for the magazineβs top independent record for the year 2000.
Two years later he inked a distribution deal with TVT Records and released the critically acclaimed album Life, which did respectable numbers for an independent label. βIt sold about 40 or 50,000, with no promotions or video,β says Yo Gotti. βThat record did what it did on its own.β But as the old saying goes when one door is closed another opened. Gottiβs reputation as the king of Memphis continued to spread and that eventually led him to a production deal with Cash Money/Universal records for his group the Block Burnaz. With his TVT sophomore album entitled Back 2 Da Basics, Yo Gotti returns with the same hardcore street flavor that his die-hard fans have come to know and love, only this time around the true king of Memphis has elevated his game a bit. Given the fact that his last record didnβt do the type of big number heβd hope for youβd think that Yo Gotti would switch up his style to reach a larger audience. Right? Wrong! According to Gotti his street credibility with his underground fans means more to him than gold or platinum status.
βThe one thing that you have to understand is that when you create a fan base off of street product the last thing you wanna do is disrespect them by changing because of the record companies and stuff like that. When you do that you change what created you. To me it is very important that I keep in tune with the people that helped to sell 40,000 records independently. Thatβs why I call my record Back 2 Da Basics.β
Produced by DJ Thoomp, Mannie Fresh, Carlos Brody and newcomers Street Tunes, Back 2 Da Basics offers fans a gritty, insiderβs view into the real streets of Memphis as seen through the eyes of Yo Gotti. Nowhere is this viewpoint more intense than on βFull Time,β the amped up lead single βand featured in the MTV Filmsβ Hustle & Flow movie - with a thunderous bass and intoxicating beat that espouses Gottiβs formula to success βhustle full time.
βA lotta cats wanna be a rapper or a street hustler but they donβt wanna put in the time that it takes,β says Yo Gotti. βThey want the money and the cars and the girls, but they donβt wanna work hard for it. But to be successful at anything you gotta grind for it.β On the song βMama We Gone Be Alright,β he waxes introspective by reflecting on all of the hard times that he and his family have suffered through the years and offers her hope-filled words encouragement. βMama We Gone Be Alrightβ along with the gripping tune βMy Storyβ emerges as two of the most interesting songs on Back 2 Da Basics. These three titles along with club banging songs like βShortyβ featuring Baby make Back 2 Da Basics one of the best albums of the year.
Hard
Yo Gotti Lyrics
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I be trappin' out of my garage
Yeah, yeah
Trap go hard on a Monday
Trap go hard on a Tuesday
Trap go hard on a Wednesday
Beat my door off the hinges
Trap go hard on a Friday
Trap go hard on a Saturday
Sunday I be in the trap early
Heard your man quit smokin' loud, he smokin' hookah
He ain't a dope boy, he a swiper
If he ain't trappin' I ain't like him
If he here today, done took his time like a real nigga I'mma write him
If he told on his people, I don't got to know the nigga, I dislike him
Trap house boomin', Metro Boomin
I got gas, petrol
I got old cash stashed, little head hundreds retro
Stingray Vette, dopeboy
Big boy sack, on no one
Bust down Rollie for the culture
AR-15 for the vultures
Never been the type of nigga, never will be the type of nigga
That dislike a nigga 'cause he gettin' money
That's a ho type of nigga, I don't fuck wit' him
A half a mil small, I been countin' this shit for hours
Love my gas stove, it brought me money and the power
'Cause my
Trap go hard on a Monday
Trap go hard on a Tuesday
Trap go hard on a Wednesday
Beat my door off the hinges
Trap go hard on a Thursday
Trap go hard on a Friday
Trap go hard on a Saturday
Sunday I be in the trap early
Mix the bricks with the bows, yeah
Watch your grill on the stove, yeah
Soon as junkies hit the door, they be yellin', "free smoke, free smoke," yeah
Burnt my hand on the stove, yeah
Learnt the game from my old head
Trap calendar on the refrigerator
I just need a scale and calculator
Trap doing numbers, payroll
We pour drink in Faygo's
We got blocks like Eegos
Take your bitch to Turks and Caicos
We got meds like a pharmacist
You runnin' round with informants and shit
We told you 'bout it, you ignored the shit
Come to find out you recording shit
You the type of nigga tell on your mama
You the type of nigga fuck up the summer
You ain't a plug, you a fucking runner
You a bitch nigga, you ain't a fuckin' hundred
How the fuck you wonder
You would get more money then the mil you're under
I guess this ain't comin'
I can't see you haters, yeah I'm Stevie Wonder
Lord bless the trap each and every Sunday
Trap go hard on a Monday
Trap go hard on a Tuesday
Trap go hard on a Wednesday
Beat my door off the hinges
Trap go hard on a Thursday
Trap go hard on a Friday
Trap go hard on a Saturday
Sunday I be in the trap early
Trap go hard on a Monday
Trap go hard on a Tuesday
Trap go hard on a Wednesday
Beat my door off the hinges
Trap go hard on a Thursday
Trap go hard on a Friday
Trap go hard on a Saturday
Sunday I be in the trap early
In the song "Trap Go Hard" by Yo Gotti and Mike WiLL Made-It, the lyrics express the life of a trap star, who spends his days trapping out of his garage, from Monday to Sunday. He talks about the hard work and dedication needed to be successful in the trap game. The lyrics also focus on the importance of being a true dope boy, who doesn't quit or sell out his team.
The lyrics are a reflection of the trap lifestyle, where drug dealers sell drugs and make money out of their illegal business ventures. The "trap" is a term used to describe a house where drugs are sold. The trap is usually located in poor neighborhoods where people are struggling to make ends meet, and drug dealers take advantage of this situation by selling drugs. The lyrics highlight the addictive nature of the trap, where dealers find it difficult to quit their profitable business, even though it may be dangerous and risky.
The song's chorus emphasizes the trap's constant activity, with the trap going hard every day of the week, from Monday to Sunday. The lyrics show the life of a trap star who lives and breathes the trap and cannot leave it even if he wants to. The lyrics also talk about the loyalty and respect needed to be a real dope boy, who doesn't sell out his team or turn informer.
Line by Line Meaning
Mr. Trap Go Hard, hard
I am the ultimate trap dealer and I do it very seriously
I be trappin' out of my garage
I sell drugs out of my garage
Trap go hard on a Monday
I make a lot of drug deals on Mondays
Trap go hard on a Tuesday
I make a lot of drug deals on Tuesdays
Trap go hard on a Wednesday
I make a lot of drug deals on Wednesdays
Beat my door off the hinges
People are always coming to buy drugs from me and banging on my door
Trap go hard on a Thursday
I make a lot of drug deals on Thursdays
Trap go hard on a Friday
I make a lot of drug deals on Fridays
Trap go hard on a Saturday
I make a lot of drug deals on Saturdays
Sunday I be in the trap early
I start selling drugs very early on Sunday
Heard your man quit smokin' loud, he smokin' hookah
I heard someone stopped smoking marijuana and started smoking hookah instead
He ain't a dope boy, he a swiper
He's not a real drug dealer, he's just someone who steals
If he ain't trappin' I ain't like him
If he's not selling drugs, I don't respect him
If he here today, done took his time like a real nigga I'mma write him
If he's been in jail and served his time like a man, I'll give him my respect
If he told on his people, I don't got to know the nigga, I dislike him
If he's a snitch, I don't want anything to do with him and I don't like him
Trap house boomin', Metro Boomin
My drug dealing business is booming, just like Metro Boomin's music career
I got gas, petrol
I have a lot of drugs for sale, like gasoline or petrol
I got old cash stashed, little head hundreds retro
I have a lot of old money saved up, like vintage hundred-dollar bills
Stingray Vette, dopeboy
I drive a Stingray Corvette and I'm a drug dealer
Big boy sack, on no one
I have a large amount of drugs available and no one can compete with me
Bust down Rollie for the culture
I bought an expensive Rolex watch to show off my success as a drug dealer
AR-15 for the vultures
I have a gun to protect myself from anyone who wants to rob or harm me
Never been the type of nigga, never will be the type of nigga
I've never been and never will be the type of person to back down or be weak
That dislike a nigga 'cause he gettin' money
I never hate someone just because they're successful and making a lot of money
That's a ho type of nigga, I don't fuck wit' him
I don't associate with people who are jealous and hate others for no reason
A half a mil small, I been countin' this shit for hours
I have half a million dollars, but it took me a long time to count it
Love my gas stove, it brought me money and the power
I'm proud of my gas stove because it helped me make a lot of money and gave me a sense of power
Mix the bricks with the bows, yeah
I mix cocaine with baking soda to make crack cocaine
Watch your grill on the stove, yeah
Be careful not to burn yourself while cooking drugs on the stove
Soon as junkies hit the door, they be yellin', 'free smoke, free smoke,' yeah
As soon as drug customers arrive, they start begging for drugs for free
Burnt my hand on the stove, yeah
I accidentally burned my hand while cooking drugs on the stove
Learnt the game from my old head
I learned how to sell drugs from an older, experienced drug dealer
Trap calendar on the refrigerator
I keep a schedule of my drug deals on my refrigerator
I just need a scale and calculator
All I need to sell drugs is a scale to measure the amount and a calculator to calculate the price
Trap doing numbers, payroll
I'm making a lot of money selling drugs and have to pay other people who work for me
We pour drink in Faygo's
We mix alcohol with soda called Faygo to make it more enjoyable for drug customers
We got blocks like Eegos
We have a lot of blocks of cocaine, like they're Lego blocks
Take your bitch to Turks and Caicos
I can afford to take your girlfriend on an expensive vacation to Turks and Caicos
We got meds like a pharmacist
We have a lot of different drugs for sale like a pharmacy
You runnin' round with informants and shit
You're hanging out with people who might be snitches and inform the police
We told you 'bout it, you ignored the shit
We warned you about the snitches, but you didn't listen
Come to find out you recording shit
We discovered that you're secretly recording our conversations
You the type of nigga tell on your mama
You're the kind of person who would even snitch on your own mother
You the type of nigga fuck up the summer
You're the kind of person who can ruin a good time or a good season by snitching or causing problems
You ain't a plug, you a fucking runner
You're not a real drug dealer or supplier, you're just a small time seller
You a bitch nigga, you ain't a fuckin' hundred
You're not a real man or a successful person, you're just a loser
How the fuck you wonder
Why are you even wondering about success or wealth when you're not capable of achieving it?
You would get more money then the mil you're under
You could make more money working for me than what you currently have
I guess this ain't comin'
I guess you're not going to take my offer or listen to my advice
I can't see you haters, yeah I'm Stevie Wonder
I don't care about or see the people who hate on me, just like Stevie Wonder can't see anything
Lord bless the trap each and every Sunday
I pray for the success and safety of my drug dealing business every Sunday
Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Asheton Terrence Hogan, Mario Mims, Michael Len Williams
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
CMoney1482
dis song u can listen to 150 times and get hyped every time
1009 LaiO
Big factzzz
MANLEY09
love this song.. GOTTI GOES HARD
Nakieta McElveen
One of his best songs
Doug Flanigan
Gotti been makin straight bangers for damn near 20 years
Kelsey Hoffman
Fuck yes
Luke Butterfield
shit goes hard in the paint.
skip sayless
In Memphis we go HARDER!!!!! π₯π₯π₯π₯γ½οΈπ―π―
Devin Khoury
This the Ross I miss. Rick Ross the Boss π₯. Rickyyy Rozayyyy
Notmychannel
This beat is fuckin dope!