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Lil ATL Dawg Fa$e
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1s, 2s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 50s, 100s Need em all in Where I'm from How I'm coming Ain't goin for nothing If you want a discussion Talk to what I'm clutchin Got sum tools n woods Ain't get it from the Russians The minute you start With that cussing Ima get to bussing Already know You not too trusted Claim you with the tussle Pullin up wit extra muscle No Micheal Jordan Got something in the duffle No looney tunes but Im drawin up a couple I'm tired of da mix I'm tired of all da shuffle Don't play your tape Unless its bringing hustle Still stuck in da struggle J. Cutler the huddle Hand it to my brother Tired of da injuries hitting and suffering I might get breaked down But get back up again Keepin dat AP No Adrian Peterson Not a Mercedes Sliding for the benz If you don't go get it Then you not getting in If you do nothing How could I Give you something Move on my own With the chrome To get money These niggas Kept playing Thought this Shit was funny Now I'm crashing out On all you dummies Had common sense When your nose Was still runny I kept making cents But the change Wasn't coming I can't hang wit simps They mind Stuck in the blender My niggas pull up Futurama no bender Not going for submission No mo surrender Too much I been spending Just to dodge the system I ain't makin a killin Just makin a living Yall niggas don't get it 1s, 2s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 50s, 100s Need em all in Where I'm from How I'm coming Ain't goin for nothing I got my brothers back And thats a fact Sending a message Quicker den a fax Had to pay The system so I got to tax Always on edge I can't never relax Jog wit da pack Can't be tripping Tryna run up sack Fucking with me Is a tit for a tat Don't know how to flex So i pour up the act All of that playing Gone get your ass whacked Don't get mad get glad Money getting hefty In a trash bag Now my pockets So heavy The belt Can't even Help me cause My pants still sag Hear them hating From the sidelines This not a game No rugby They don't get a flag Put a price on his head End up wit a toe tag Tug of war in the gutta Niggas getting dragged Harder then rice street Cause you couldn't wagg Free all my brothers From behind the glass Can't even hug them Dap them up its sad Last time I heard You was getting out fast I ain't even know They gave My dawg the max So many penalties Can't even attack Taking everything Even the clothes Off our back
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