Really Atlanta, I’m from a zone, right up the street from the Dome (I’m from the 4)
Came up gettin’ our hustle on, livin’ legend off of strong
Bro still sellin’ bricks, can’t knock his hustle, shit, to each his own
Lot of fake love, they only call you when they need a loan
Bro in the box ready to come home, for now, he livin’ through a phone (Free the bro)
Told me he ain’t worried ’bout no nigga ‘less he can fly a drone
Know them young niggas look up to me, so I can’t lead ’em on
Watchin’ what I talk about, I’m the leader, so I can’t tell ’em wrong
Young crew, they break in cars (Strikers), jack boys they still robbin’
G Dawg dem been gone for damn near a dub and they steady mobbin’
Shit wasn’t always great, I had to wait, I stayed down for my come-up
Every day I’m paper chasin’, my bank account need another comma
Tryna stay away from the drama, never runnin’ from my karma
Anything I did, I stand behind it, momma raised a G (What they talkin’ ’bout?)
Coward is somethin’ I’ll never be, Hellcat spinnin’ up the street (Skrrt)
Trackhawk Bulletproof the Jeep, none of this shit ain’t come with ease
My bitch told me, she won’t never leave, now she on another team
Saw my pain, it made me T’d, never been a one to grieve (No)
Naked bitches on my feed, I don’t like her ‘less she mean
Trust issues, I don’t fuck with people (I can’t), blame it on the shit I seen (I seen it all)
Had Fannie watchin’ my food savings while she was pregnant with dude baby (Real shit)
But it wasn’t no food savin’, whole lotta green shit
Tryna shake my demons, keep callin’ the lean man
Keep rollin’ this weed up, I been through some real shit
Come home to the lights off, furniture in the front yard (Eviction)
Had to stay in hotels, daddy wasn’t nowhere around
My mama a real gangster, she held it together (She did), no matter the circumstance, yeah
Superstar, fill up the stands, goin’ for it when I get the chance
Dog shit stay in my pants, in my hand, in my bag
I still got my first advance, showin’ bro how to buy some land
We gotta make this money last, hate you let them niggas gas you
Gettin’ rich while I duck the task force, what more can a nigga ask for? (I’m blessed)
Belt to ass, we really tap shit, majority of these niggas cappin’
Really put it down on Plaza, really put in down on Bridges
Really put it down on Sparks, ’round my way, I’m a livin’ legend
ROTC, brodem steppin’, all the secrets I done kept ’em
Where them bags at? I’ll go get ’em, bring ’em back, let brodem sell ’em
Every day I’m fightin’ the Devil, put that lil’ bitch on a pedestal
Won’t do it again, never, shit gettin’ real, I’m movin’ careful
Yeah
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