EAST POINT PRAYER

Money mantra Hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed Better not slip, I'ma crash ya You ain't shot shit, get your stats up Kept it stitch lipped, I'm a factor I was out there when it mattered Had the chopstick with the ladder Made it count, fled to Atlanta Off of Camp Creek, with no Plan C I was head first, understand me? Gotta stay alert, understand me? If they catch me, they gon' blast me Yeah, bounce out, chunkin' up the hood Money in the bank, so I'm feeling good Pull up on the gang, never Hollywood Showing them the way, so they show a nigga love, but These lil' niggas running wild Bought a .40 cal, out the Jordan Downs Married to the streets, don't she get around? I never wanna leave, I'm never out of bounds, yeah Ain't no peacing up if you body one of us Body for a body, big body Benz truck Bounce out boogie, right pussy, get fucked When these niggas get tough? Since when these niggas want war with us? Lick a gunshot, bloodshot corneas I been out all night tryna make it out Swear to God that the set was the safest route Know what they about Money mantra Hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed Better not slip, I'ma crash ya You ain't shot shit, get your stats up Kept it stitch-lipped, I'm a factor I was out there when it mattered Had the chopstick with the ladder Made it count, fled to Atlanta I took big risks, now I want big fish A billion dollars at the top of my to-do list Buy a villa in St. Bart's, maybe a cruise ship Or really a yacht Just to say that I got it, product of my environment Keep my cutter for the snakes, you know this shit can get slimy Ain't have to make no call to gang, them they already beside me Where the money at? That's more than likely where you can find me I can't honor that, you know that shit was flawed when you tried it This shit crazy, nobody want to put in no work But want to get paid, though I'ma keep on spinning on lawyers until the case closed I'm probably not coming up, not the one you should wait on I want this shit back, hope it don't take long Everybody called me with their problems, now they check on me They say if it happened, then it's meant to be, guess we'll see I know you was lying when you had told me you would never leave I can't keep on going back and forth, I gotta let it be (Money, mansion, hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed) (Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah) (You ain't shot shit, get your stats up) (Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor) (I was out there, when it mattered)