A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city
And junk food that's been feeding me.
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf
So many leftover bottles at my house i got like twelve
Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food
Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot
Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food
Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot
As i sit back\ cadillac, leftover rappers so delouis
And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please
See with a district columbia vision
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
Now all im tryna do is get food
So i banged for a minute
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