Lyrics:
They try to trace her in the town
Appeal for information on the local news
Someone must have missed her by now
A mother or a father or a friendly
came bustin' down the door
She caught me by the middle and threw me naked on the floor
[Chorus]
Now me and my companions go to a public place
hard like it’s no tomorrow
Parallel park by the Georgia Dome
In the parking lot getting Georgia dome
A T-L-A-N T-A, G-A is where I stay
I came up in
Fisha
(7 6 5 4 3 2 1)
(Yo Fishaman)
Kingdom
Phos life
Thug life
Lighthouse
Yea Mon'
Reporting live the top general
Came thru fi infiltrate ya
em' back, though
She tell me I don't care when I forget to hit her back
But I can't even front
She lift me up when I'm down
Get me high like my drugs
a tac
Then I get Supreme, gotta pop a couple tags
People see me happy and you
Know they getting mad
Yeah they want me down
They just want me feeling sad
I
sweat
Gotta make it bout the paper gotta get dat
I stay top like my new bitch uh
Make this bank like im a new cents
Between the plaques like im
where were going
'Cause we can get some burgers there
The ceiling panel labeled portal exploded
As fiery bits feel down igniting Timmy
After a quick
ask them when was the last time you had some twat?
Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down
Shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
By
Produced by Cre8 uh, uh, uh
Put him in the air like he flyin'
Fuck a nigga gang shit
Put him in the air like he flyin'
All that cap in his raps, he
and switched up they style they rocking V-lone
Can't wait till I run up a mil imma put my people on
Yeah
I came from mud somehow shit turned to gravy
I'd be lien
to the store
(i found two of em)
that would get us bus money down there
to get back we have to find some more
(might as well get drunk)
hangin our flyers up
not the only one
To strike out far away from home and give your family up
Sometimes I take a beating and still can't get enough
Down the stairs to Pearl
I know it's so hard to break it
Knockin' down the walls to make it
Feeling the light, came here to fight, yeah
Do what I might, pop it like Sprite,
motivate you
Working a nine to five take up most of your time
Your letting in change you
You hate what it came to
Losing yourself is something you cant do
the chief arsonist
Hypocrites can't even see their own part in this
No reflection, vampire paradigm
No introspect, this star track, star rant break down
Three
back for the '9-5
They say real niggas was dead but this nigga be alive
So I'm puttin' it down with that nigga E
For all of my niggas in the C-P-T
So
it down
If you ain't gang then you can't come around this fucking town
Put that pack all on the map you better dane it like a hound
All my niggas came
it`s sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that`s about to get jacked
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era
belts
Gucci imprint from leather welts
Ace, the Creator, man casey Veggies, yo
Odd Future, nigga get used to it
Hey, I’m gonna slow it down
Real quick
involved when they play with knifes
Nah, but let me tell you about my life, I came from a family of 5
If I try to tell my story 'swear down you would cry
a fucking clown
A drunk who got what he deserved
At least his corpse is well-preserved
The Jagermonster comes to slay
By making you get drunk today
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