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lit the torch in Atlanta you can't tell me shit
Gucci mane been out my nigga you can't get a brick
Ain't no foreigns out yo garage you can't get a stick

and put him six feet
That pussy nigga think this shit is sweet
Dogs on my team and they ready to eat
Strapped with my rod, ain't goin like Reese
After my

that say that say that
Catch me californicatin' on vacation down in Florida
Used to get 'em by the quarter now I get 'em by the border
We had bricks

While im holding up this skrilla
My lil homie popping pills
He gone drop some off them jiggas
Give a fuck about no bands
I want 6 to 7 figures 
Free my

we run it up by you
Trizz punch it up like Ryu
If the six couldn't hit then we just try two
When it hit make it ring that's Azul
Nigga this that bag

like uh uh
I'm using my mind and we spreading the Gospel, by using The Voices for y'all
Not talking bout Gucci, but I'm wearing Louis, cause this is my

stand in line for hours waiting on Gucci Mane.
Damn... I'm feelin' like a Monk on a Laker team,
I had to play my role just so I could win these kings

red eyes
I don't take my frames off
I can make a ticket off this
Drop another date just
I pay extra for the white tile and the cabinets
6am im

underground ill lay down 6ix feet 
Like a farm i got lots of the horses wit speed 
Tryna take ya too much you go under to greed 
Live by the creed do my deed

faces that I seen on the news
Affiliations gave me something to lose
I move different
The circle small I'm still surrounded by whos winning
Lose women

standing up
So anxious just to speak my mind
This little light of mine gone shine
Bitch I'm a dog like gucci in o-nine
You niggas fake gangster like six nine

I'm on that Trick Daddy 
I'm on that Juice Man (aye) 
I'm on that Flokka Flame (Wokka Flokka) 
Plus I'm on that Gucci Mane (Gucci Gucci burrr bitch)

that got stuck in the cage
Lil nigga like EA its all in the game
I'm in East Atlanta with Zay and Runway
I had a thousand blues up at the stash spot
I

notta
Still sliding' through that cut like a knife
And y'all gonna feel turbulence
When I fly by
You can't read experience then why try
I'm chillin' in my

nah)
Don't make no sense, don't got no friends, I did it all by my self (myself)
Don't got no six, don't want no bands I'm in the Range by myself

He was the druglord of East
Oakland who made twenty
To thirty thousands dollars a
Day selling narcotics
In a slum "He cool, he real cool i
Like

(Stupid)
I'm dunkin' on' your bitch like Tim bro (Free throw)
I let the block hit her, she Mutombo

[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Gucci Mane]
I need a Benzo, a Benzo

the Chi
2 months ago today
Was in the A
I miss the A the Gucci mane way
Can’t spend no money on no fake chains it ain’t no way
I seen niggas living lavish I

From the bottom to the top we tip top supreme
And from the east to the west ya we ride so clean
And all the way to htown chucking duece with lean
In

East...side
That's what I'm repping tho
That A-t-l-a-n-t-a yessir the six my zone
Hell yea I'm Crippin' too GrapeStreet Wess CraCCxN them my LoCs
Shout out my

posted from the 6
I'm not from east Atlanta I'm from Alex City bitch
All the licks I hit, felt like I had to do it
I knew I had a point so I had to prove

Yeahh you know they not really living how we living forreal (Forreal Mane)
We gotta tell theses niggas to Catch up (Forreal nigga) (Yeah)

(Og)

conscientious shit
Listen to Kendrick or Cordae (Bitch don't kill my vibe)
If you want that down South shit
Might as well put on some Gucci Mane (Gucci!)
But if

dick I tell her go away
But if she thicka then a snicka then you know that's bae
Fuck a diddy bop dawg this that sticky talk
This that Gucci mane 06