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to get lost Tell them boys bye-bye
Tell them get out of your sight Need you right here by my side

I need you right now on a flight Girl, come and change

Spectators we just seeing your games
Court side me and Steven we hawking

In the A not Atlanta in Austin
But this blunt got speaking in Martian
I'm realest by

never had a n***a try to jump through your window while he smacked
where i'm at? nigga by the fax
She bad with the beat, so I give her banana
I don't give

(uh huh)
(Swank)
(yea)
I keep on getting tried
I just don't have no more fuckin time
Bullshit I just pay no damn mind Feelings been lost we not

Lost my ways in the depths of the Hollywood 
Then I fucked up in Georgia 
How the fuck yo girl do only fans and you still think she Georgious ew)
I’m

I’m in that mode
Feelin faded I’m lost in the strobe lights keep my eyes real low
Seein double like it’s by design
Neon bright she one up from a 99

gone all the way up up a yonder
P Diddy's '91 Honda
Ya look cheesecake, find mi lost CD in Atlanta
Conjur up the sea monster,
Instigators done mek we set

harder just to trust what they say
Women seem to only care about the man that gets paid
So now the men done lost emotion, we just want to get laid

I'm

camera, push rocks to fellas
Now I b's the block, St. Louis to Atlanta
My mom told me get my crap together, made me tougher than leather
Things would get

that shit, look
I say, "See you tomorrow," that promise never garnered
I never told nobody this, but I lost a son
Or maybe it was a daughter
Look, I

Out they Chanel trench coats
Bitch, I rep Atlanta like I'm
Arthur Blank's assault rifles
Look just like them shit's that
They shoot off of tanks
As we

the stars
Let's planet tho
We could move outer space and abandon earth
Nah I'm kidding it's always Atlanta first
Why you trippin
You always expect the worst
I

to bury 'em
But I chose to give a damn
And box for you like pictures on Instagram
Chose to respect what was built by both Kool and Bam
You know who I am,

to me lost, ooh I like how winning feels
I invented real, loud and clear, in my crystal clear

One hand on it while I steer
Pull up make a magic trip I

Tyson with hooks when I'm hitting with rounds
But it won't always like that
I lost some fights in my past
Insecure and so depressed
My life was a complete

dancing
To be specific ima own Atlanta
Finna live a life
A nigga couldn't imagine
Been knew I was that nigga
I ain't need reaction
Nigga bout to blackout
He

That Would Be Me

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

good, you can't read or write
A bittin' kid that'll get twist if he front, no publicity stunt
His life flashes by his eyes quicker than Black History

for it

I don't need to force it
They climb to me by themselves
An army of living corpses
They love my brains
They want a piece of fame But they're not

You really wanna do music with somebody?
I really wanna work with Future
Future? And he's from Atlanta, right?
Hmm hmm

Nice are you interested in

ask my birth time, every time
In New York, grippin' Fed' time
To Atlanta when it's red time
Back to Charlotte, it's depressed time
I was broke last

Sa la vie yeah you really lost your Mind if you think you Handling me
Eating green my celery like them free No felony keep a secret pll I hate When

to Atlanta
I ain't here to see no thotties, they just pop up where I'm landin'
And my eyes distorted, Big Santana off this Fanta
Bro don't beef he peanut

silly, hold up

I get high when I'm drunk
I get idolized
By guys with no luck
I got 5 kinds of wine in my trunk
I do lines off of road signs
And dimes off