Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
This is just my year, just my day, and just my time
That's why i'm makin' money
My own unknown is my enemy,
You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration
Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him
Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out
Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
That is my wish, my fantasy.
My words are my rhythm
Atl was tipping them
My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Grab my knife and my gun
When it's all said and done
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