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 city’s underground rap scene before going on to become national superstars. Next up to bat is Yo Gotti, M-Town’s 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 South’s 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. “Being from the hood things like hustling will come your way,” says Yo Gotti. “Everybody in my family hustled in some kinda way.” 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 Gotti’s 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 city’s 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 magazine’s 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. “It sold about 40 or 50,000, with no promotions or video,” says Yo Gotti. “That record did what it did on its own.” But as the old saying goes when one door is closed another opened. Gotti’s 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 didn’t do the type of big number he’d hope for you’d 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.
“The 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. That’s why I call my record Back 2 Da Basics.”
Produced by DJ Thoomp, Mannie Fresh, Carlos Brody and newcomers Street Tunes, Back 2 Da Basics offers fans a gritty, insider’s view into the real streets of Memphis as seen through the eyes of Yo Gotti. Nowhere is this viewpoint more intense than on “Full Time,” the amped up lead single –and featured in the MTV Films’ Hustle & Flow movie - with a thunderous bass and intoxicating beat that espouses Gotti’s formula to success –hustle full time.
“A lotta cats wanna be a rapper or a street hustler but they don’t wanna put in the time that it takes,” says Yo Gotti. “They want the money and the cars and the girls, but they don’t wanna work hard for it. But to be successful at anything you gotta grind for it.” On the song “Mama We Gone Be Alright,” 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. “Mama We Gone Be Alright” along with the gripping tune “My Story” emerges as two of the most interesting songs on Back 2 Da Basics. These three titles along with club banging songs like “Shorty” featuring Baby make Back 2 Da Basics one of the best albums of the year.
Put a Date On It
Yo Gotti Lyrics
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Yuh
Sack coming in and the money don't fold (Fold)
Gotta put a stamp on it (Stamp on it)
Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (Skrrt)
Gotta put the cap on it (Cap on it)
Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit
Everybody sittin' at the table 'round here, yeah
There's a lot of plates on it
Runnin' through the money and the bitch keep callin'
Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it (Wait on it)
VVS diamond drippin' over my T-shirt
Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it
Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it (Cash)
Still had to way on it (Wait on it)
Plug fucked around, sent the wrong damn kind (Bullshit)
Nigga still had to pay for it (Hah)
Pack coming in on I-40 (Woo)
I'ma keep a 30 in my 40 (Slatt)
I'ma buy a Birkin for my shawty (Pew)
Nigga did me dirty, ran off on me (Took off)
Plug did me dirty, took off on me (Pew)
Lil' hitter just folded, got soft on me
I'm from the streets, you gotta pay with your life, I got a way with the white
You just like your father and he was a rat, uh
So that mean he raising a mice, yeah
I had to trap through the night, yeah
I put that pack on a flight, yeah
I shot all them pussies the same night (Brrrrt)
Laid in the bushes, a rainy night
Won't put no hoes on a pedestal
Edibles, I'm tryna fuck 'em the same night
I put two hoes on the same flight (Whew)
Cooked up ten bricks in the same pot (Work)
I shot four niggas, the same Glock (Bop, bop, bop)
Too many you niggas got the same watch
Why you competin' with me, nigga?
We are not playing with the same check
It's murder, more murder for hire
And that shit been stuck on my mindset
Sack coming in and the money don't fold (Fold)
Gotta put a stamp on it (Stamp on it)
Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (Skrrt)
Gotta put the cap on it (Cap on it)
Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit
Nigga, put a date on it (Date on it)
Everybody sittin' at the table 'round here, yeah
There's a lot of plates on it
Runnin' through the money and the bitch keep callin'
Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it (Wait on it)
VVS diamond drippin' over my T-shirt
Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it
Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it (Cash)
Still had to way on it (Wait on it)
Plug fucked around, sent the wrong damn kind (Bullshit)
Nigga still had to pay for it (Hah)
Hundred thousand dollars off a iPhone (iPhone)
I ain't talkin' show money (Show money)
Plug keep calling, we gon' take his ass down (Hold up)
That'll be some more money (More money)
Labels talking contracts, I ain't signing shit (Nope)
Tell 'em that I know money (Know money)
I used to shop with a bitch, she got 'em low
She kept it realer than niggas
If she get a number better than these bookings I'm gettin'
I swear that I'm floodin' the city
A rap nigga better not diss me 'cause I run with hitters
Everywhere I go, they with me
Pack comin' in on a back street (Back street)
12 ride by, nigga still keep workin'
Get 50 thousand dollars for a show
Knowin' goddamn well niggas still ain't workin'
I been told these folks that I quit (I quit)
Knowin' goddamn well nigga still sippin' syrup
Got the trap goin' crazy like the first or the third
Got a lot of cash money, I could still get birds
Get away with my chain, he gon' still get murked
Had an FN on me when I did this verse
If she suck good dick, she gon' leave with a purse
I was really in the streets, you can do your research
Sack coming in and the money don't fold (Fold)
Gotta put a stamp on it (Stamp on it)
Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (Skrrt)
Gotta put the cap on it (Cap on it)
Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit
Nigga, put a date on it (Date on it)
Everybody sittin' at the table 'round here, yeah
There's a lot of plates on it
Runnin' through the money and the bitch keep callin'
Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it (Wait on it)
VVS diamond drippin' over my T-shirt
Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it
Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it (Cash)
Still had to way on it (Wait on it)
Plug fucked around, sent the wrong damn kind (Bullshit)
Nigga still had to pay for it (Hah)
In Yo Gotti's song Put a Date On It, the rapper boasts of his wealth and success, detailing the struggles and risks he took to achieve it. He talks about the importance of putting a stamp and a cap on his money, implying that he is careful with how he spends and saves his income. He boasts of his expensive clothing and jewelry, his ability to handle weapons, and his association with dangerous criminals who are always with him.
Furthermore, Yo Gotti talks about his experiences with dishonest people who failed to keep their word and how he made them pay for it. He highlights the importance of loyalty and honesty in all his relationships, and the deadly consequences of betraying him. The overall message of the song is that every penny he earned came with hard work, and he does not take anything for granted.
In conclusion, Put a Date On It is a song about the rapper's rise to the top and his determination to protect his wealth and success at all costs. It is a powerful statement of his street credibility and the lethal consequences of crossing him.
Line by Line Meaning
June you're a genius
Acknowledging the success of his team and June, in particular.
Sack coming in and the money don't fold (Fold)
Making a profit and never experiencing a net loss.
Gotta put a stamp on it (Stamp on it)
Confirming money received.
Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (Skrrt)
Successfully completing a deal and collecting the money.
Gotta put the cap on it (Cap on it)
Completing a deal before anyone else interferes with it.
Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit
Nigga, put a date on it (Date on it)
Challenging an opponent to follow through on their threatening words and deeds.
Everybody sittin' at the table 'round here, yeah
There's a lot of plates on it
Everyone working together to make money and succeed.
Runnin' through the money and the bitch keep callin'
Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it (Wait on it)
Prioritizing business over personal matters, including relationships with women.
VVS diamond drippin' over my T-shirt
Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it
Showing off wealth and status while warning others not to take it for granted.
Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it (Cash)
Still had to way on it (Wait on it)
Waiting for a vehicle to be delivered after already having paid for it.
Plug fucked around, sent the wrong damn kind (Bullshit)
Nigga still had to pay for it (Hah)
Getting ripped off by a supplier but still having to pay for it due to the nature of their business.
Pack coming in on I-40 (Woo)
I'ma keep a 30 in my 40 (Slatt)
I'ma buy a Birkin for my shawty (Pew)
Nigga did me dirty, ran off on me (Took off)
Plug did me dirty, took off on me (Pew)
Discussing life in the drug trade, including firearms and luxury purchases, as well as the risks and betrayals that come with it.
Lil' hitter just folded, got soft on me
I'm from the streets, you gotta pay with your life, I got a way with the white
Commenting on the ruthlessness and violence that exist in the drug trade.
You just like your father and he was a rat, uh
So that mean he raising a mice, yeah
I had to trap through the night, yeah
I put that pack on a flight, yeah
I shot all them pussies the same night (Brrrrt)
Laid in the bushes, a rainy night
Insulting and threatening those who come from a family of informants while describing the steps taken to successfully complete a drug deal.
Won't put no hoes on a pedestal
Edibles, I'm tryna fuck 'em the same night
I put two hoes on the same flight (Whew)
Rejecting the idea of idolizing women and instead using them for sexual gratification and as part of his lavish lifestyle.
Cooked up ten bricks in the same pot (Work)
I shot four niggas, the same Glock (Bop, bop, bop)
Too many you niggas got the same watch
Why you competin' with me, nigga?
Boasting about drug manufacturing and violent activities while criticizing others who try to imitate his success.
We are not playing with the same check
It's murder, more murder for hire
And that shit been stuck on my mindset
Indicating that he is at a higher level of the drug trade game and will resort to murder if necessary.
Hundred thousand dollars off a iPhone (iPhone)
I ain't talkin' show money (Show money)
Plug keep calling, we gon' take his ass down (Hold up)
That'll be some more money (More money)
Earning a large amount of money without performing, while also plotting to kill an unreliable supplier for more profit.
Labels talking contracts, I ain't signing shit (Nope)
Tell 'em that I know money (Know money)
I used to shop with a bitch, she got 'em low
She kept it realer than niggas
If she get a number better than these bookings I'm gettin'
I swear that I'm floodin' the city
Refusing to collaborate with record labels and instead relying on his own knowledge and business acumen, while also praising a past female collaborator and expressing his desire to dominate the music industry.
A rap nigga better not diss me 'cause I run with hitters
Everywhere I go, they with me
Pack comin' in on a back street (Back street)
12 ride by, nigga still keep workin'
Get 50 thousand dollars for a show
Knowin' goddamn well niggas still ain't workin'
Threatening those who may provoke or insult him while emphasizing his continuous work, strong support system, and lucrative business ventures.
I been told these folks that I quit (I quit)
Knowin' goddamn well nigga still sippin' syrup
Got the trap goin' crazy like the first or the third
Got a lot of cash money, I could still get birds
Get away with my chain, he gon' still get murked
Had an FN on me when I did this verse
If she suck good dick, she gon' leave with a purse
I was really in the streets, you can do your research
Claiming to have left the drug trade while still engaging in it and highlighting his wealth, willingness to resort to violence, and experience in the streets.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 713 MEDIA PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Dominique Jones, June James, Mario Mims, Ramiro Morales
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@cheloc64
RT lil bro
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Basically
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Lil baby features are about as good as it gets. That dude has come a long way In a year. From up and comer to top-10 easy.
@bobhopes2477
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@sfgiantsblogger7557
Gotta nice but this is the best verse of the year??? Hell nah.
@bobhopes2477
Listen to what he saying. Top of the line street music.