Ghetto Gods Freestyle
2 Chainz, Dreamville, EarthGang
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Yeah A lot of talk about what's Atlanta and what's not (uh) (Feel me, that my voice anyway) And we say, "Yeah" You wanna see what Atlanta is? (Uh) You know what I mean? Reassurance Too easy Pop your shit, now (Gangsta Grizzillz) EARTHGANG, home worldwide Home certified, gon' testify (hold on, hold on, hold on) Price for a feature gon' cost your life (hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) Where you goin'? Where you goin'? Hold on Bruh (who me?), Hold on F*ck that shit (Mr. Thanksgiving) Bitch, it's EARTHGANG, home worldwide Home certified, gon' testify Price for a feature, that'll cost your life F*ck your top ten, what your top five? You in the presence of the most high Speak with the tongue of the most fly A couple of stars in the roof, it's true I'm really a star, my nigga, the proof I father the youth, I taught them the truth I show them the lies, I open they eyes The real niggas rise, it's diamonds inside Okay, it's my turn, the turn of the tides I pray up to God Don't f*ck with the schools or government laws Or none of they rules The media lie every day on the tube Tupac with a billi' (yeah), my everyday move (get 'em) Fuckin' money up, hit my baby mama up Who you with? F*ck that shit, I'm pullin' up Threw a brick through a nigga Uber-Lyft Knew he was a bitch, knew he'd try to dip I be lyin', say I do it for the kid I just really f*ck with doin' stupid shit White crowds like I'm Hootie and the Fish Fuckin' on a freaky, moody, lil' bitch I don't ever stick around to shoot the shit Facetime nine times out of ten I be in the whip, droppin' off the jit Droppin' off some dick Sand bars with me like I'm Michael Vick Chopper ate a nigga up, Kyle Pitts Sandlot, big dog, I'm a beast Same time niggas populate the pics Pinky ring fleek Pinky ring pink Pussy real pink (Talk your shit, Tit) sink, okay I'm on my way, want me get in there Been a real nigga turned a millionaire Why you sittin' there? I'll make a million dollars by the time You been got up and did your hair Far as Louis Vuitton, I got sixty pair You could pick a pair In a fruit fight, you can pick a pear Some might say a grammatical error My granddad had a Chrysler LeBaron Then my dad caught prison time Mom start cryin', fucked up her mascara My trap house had a long-ass line Twelve for the shit, it's porcupine, stuck like truck F*ck them fines, f*ck that court Young, Black nigga, I ain't tryna be broke Young, Black nigga, I ain't tryna be broke Rolled them dice, then re-buck (mh) Take the dough, then re-up (mh) My new crib like my ego 'Cause that shit is big as f*ck, Toni Let me explain something Every time you hear my voice I'm thinkin' Mount Rushmore And there's only a couple spots available What's a king to a God? (Hey) What's a God to a non-believer? In this case, only the legacy we leave behind Just make sure you quote me when I'm gone (Gangsta Grizzillz)
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Written by: Christopher Gibbs, Eian Parker, Olu Fann, Taji Ausar, Tauheed Epps
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