Atl Jacob, he a fuckin’ millionaire
These days I’ve been livin’ violence, some times
They only hear you when you wildin’, some nights
It’s too hard to kill ’em with the silence, some times
‘Cause my mind so used to sirens, some times
Almost died the other night, it was timin’, good times
The pain just hide behind my diamonds, I’m fine
If you gotta hit ’em now, hit the violence, some times
Maybe I’m just a product of environment, some times
This thing ain’t black and white, had to trap all life
I can’t wait one day to get my money up
Watchin’ time go by, prayed my diamonds shine
They gon’ hear when they start to see me run it up
Real hustler, money comin’ in, gotta double up
Feds comin’ in, gotta double-dutch
Y’all niggas ain’t fuckin’ with us
Real hustler, money comin’ in, gotta double up
Feds comin’ in, gotta double-dutch
None of y’all niggas ain’t fuckin’ with us
But the problems disappear when the ‘Rari showed up
Truth be told, I’m just gettin’ older
Grind time now, I can never fold up
Hot boy cryin’ on a cold shoulder
Skin don’t show it, but I really don’t sleep
Racin’ to my money, I been flyin’ cross seas
Followin’ my dreams, even though I don’t dream
One day I’ma tell you, baby, what it all means
This thing ain’t black and white, had to trap all life
I can’t wait one day to get my money up
Watchin’ time go by, prayed my diamonds shine
They gon’ hear when they start to see me run it up
Real hustler, money comin’ in, gotta double up
Feds comin’ in, gotta double-dutch
Y’all niggas ain’t fuckin’ with us
Real hustler, money comin’ in, gotta double up
Feds comin’ in, gotta double-dutch
None of y’all niggas ain’t fuckin’ with us
Dear Lord (dear Lord)
Thank you for a good night (thank you for a good night)
A safe flight (a safe flight)
The right touch (the right touch)
And please keep me away from the fuck niggas for life, Amen
I love y’all, thank you
Festival Season
نظرات