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whatcha gonna do
Woke up n I'm feelin bulletproof
It's no tellin what I might do
Get lost with you
Hit the stars with you
Rob the bank with you
Count them

with a bandana, La to Atlanta
I got a sound so raw, I light up the underground, inspiration to all
I work hard some wish that I could fall, I drag you by

an I pulled it
Survival tactics target practice lets go get it clear
Gun near my bible death on arrival I wont shed a tear
Over the years lost niggas I

nutrition charging neurones in your brain
Vitamins and minerals and fibre from the grain
Aloe Vera on my skin get smoother by the day
Drowning in the ocean

catching blues when I lost my man
See that nigga out in public leave him where he stand
Bitch I'm from Atlanta-stan
Got a tombstone with a name on it
It say

by the word of my dreams
What a obscure figure behind my eyelids I sleep
In my paralysis, chalice to palaces
I'm a king but my queen needs the ties

her my slave
Young nigga destined
I rose from the grave
Not from Atlanta
My soldiers they brave
Percocet rave
Then I hydrate her face
Bring the undead

seem to never mind me so I press on
When it finds me pray this make me just a little less gone
Took a crack at Atlanta cause I was brave enough
I learned

just so all the pain aleve
All the laughing and the joking was a cry no one can see
Went to college and Atlanta so I guess you wanted to leave
Didn't

with me
Weekend in LA
Fly you out to Houston-Atlanta-Vegas-MIA
Lost in time and space
I can't feel my face
Middle finger to the world and everything they

basics
Like I'm rich homie
Shouts to chanelle
That be my kin
But yal might call her pony
I'm taking shots down in
Atlanta posted
I think I might get

far Atlantas was 

As the crow flies 

As the crow flies 


I wanna know how much I’ve gained by leaving it behind 

I wanna know how much I’ve lost

not sorry, I gotta close ties
The people you love, the people you keep around you the ones you get hurt most by
Ain't from Atlanta my shooters be

back road got me lost like voila)

I got my
I got my knock in 09
Lil knob on the side of the front seat 
Lil kid ride by like yak yak 
Felt grown boy I

Please Don’t Ask Me Why I Changed (prod. by Humbeats)

(Chorus)
Please don’t ask me why I changed
First ask why you stayed the same
Please
Before you

It is night time every time
I admire the skyline
Otherwise my eyes are in my palm
As it all flies by
Can't remember what it was I tried
To find when

Find
Skyscraper high
If I Don't
Then it's still skies that
I'm scraping by

So not scraping by
But change in my pocket
Not Obama
But Hussein
If who

with me
Weekend in LA
Fly you out to Houston-Atlanta-Vegas-MIA
Lost in time and space
I can't feel my face
Middle finger to the world and everything they

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the show
Our next guest, very good looking
Got some blue eyes and his vans again
He goes by the name of burns casino

ideology
What am I doing
Million dollar fuckin question
What am I pursuing
But by this time this life is over
Hope to have an answer
I'm starting something

boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)

Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm

looked me 
Now I'm back on the scene
And now all they can do is just pray yea
Stepping to me
Then you better have fight
Lost everything 
But it's fueling

Atlanta
Taste like melon, Fantano
Savoury scores are my manna
Tapped out, too spent
Gave the track my last two cents
I can never reeeeeeest
Can't give cash

that shit might anthem
Been eatin' so good, mmm, turn to a hammie
Moved to Chris Houston, Steakhouse Dallas
Soul food Augusta, rooftop of Atlanta
Flyin'