I wouldn´t diss my own mum,
Atl was tipping them
I hope you don seen i just killed this shit
And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
I'm on welfare just to make sure i get some kind of money
If i can make them money
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist
Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest
Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p
Just searching for the perfect shot
None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver
But she sure can get you high if the coke let her
It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit
I make money to get by but the governments taxin it,
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