Lyrics:
fresh
Sandy beaches and sunsets
Atlantic ave posted wit my niggas we all fresh
Summertime in my city and scorching hot
Atlantic Ave poppin cops bring da
There's a massive search underway in the Atlantic Ocean for a missing submarine that took tourists on a trip to view the wreckage of the Titanic
It
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
Whoever thought a young'n from a city
Full of rattle snakes was ever going to make it
Out the grass patch
A hood I couldn't count on the Nasdaq
everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
I hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me,
But it's
on a mission have tremendous courage as they have to carry out orders in rescues or for other reasons.
In the aftermath of 9/11 many soldiers were deployed
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me
But
before I abhor
We need to get on our game
Get ready to rescue and restore
Furthermore I'll tell you cuz it's a shame
The way people treat
before I abhor
We need to get on our game
Get ready to rescue and restore
Furthermore I'll tell you cuz it's a shame
The way people treat
brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, 'cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while
brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, 'cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while
over, brandish my strap
Back like a cobra i stay drunk ‘cause I'm a
Mad man whenever sober on a one man mission
My ambition's to hold up the rap game
the tension
God just forgive me, I know that I'm sinning (Uh)
I get so high that I start seeing visions, I cannot stop til I complete the mission
Running these
on the 10 and the 5
In the cut on the street gettin' paid on the front line
I rob for see side, death to my enemy
Mission to make a mill and chill with my
on the 10 and the 5
In the cut on the street gettin' paid on the front line
I rob for see side, death to my enemy
Mission to make a mill and chill with my
Hell Nah Nigga!
Y'all cruise thru the city
But I move thru the city
You into responses
I got responsibilities
Tryna make the wave rock from Atlantic
was in the city moving differently
All the signs about you but you fail to see
I don't need a new love I need a remedy
How can this even be
Rescue
the city roses when I blackout (Hand the city roses when I-)
Not a Big Boi, but my pockets feelin' fat now
Was a OutKast in the scene (Yeah)
'Til my schemes
at my peak all you lame
Hometown hero's with weak ass followings
Meet a black Colonist, slaughter rappers crossed the Atlantic
Dc over to them communist
Yeah, yah yeah
Aye, shoutout Southside, shoutout Riko
Yeah, aye
I done went through all the cities
No bitch I am not from Philly, I am from Atlantic
Repetition is the only fucking mission
Rich and get some bitches isn't really in the vision
Top of line and you below, really with division
I'm just running
created
I am, the last breathing testament
Of rap breeding excellence
Never last or even second in
A competition, on a mission
For honor and digit's
Spit
(haa)
Spinning donuts through the city, got the police chase my ass (skr-skrt)
Got my brodi he was with me, he proofes this shit ain't no cap (no cap)
your strap but that won't rescue you nigga
If you owe me then pay me my restitute nigga
I need my money
What's funny?
No I can't play with my figures
I'm
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