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meeting you right at the rim
I will demolish you, I tear you limb by limb, Impossible, But no kim

No, I do not wanna call you that, You is washed like

that (slash, slash)
Back when I would visit homegirl
On Atlanta campus
I landed one up off the net
Like Pete Sampras
Sidetracked by a thought
I'm

like Atlanta (Yeah)
I'm stuntin' like I'm on the top, on Santa (Blake T!)
Flexin' all my hats in the winter
Flexin' all the bands in December (Yeah)
She

to get lost Tell them boys bye-bye
Tell them get out of your sight Need you right here by my side

I need you right now on a flight Girl, come and change

that shit, look
I say, "See you tomorrow," that promise never garnered
I never told nobody this, but I lost a son
Or maybe it was a daughter
Look, I

the stars
Let's planet tho
We could move outer space and abandon earth
Nah I'm kidding it's always Atlanta first
Why you trippin
You always expect the worst
I

to bury 'em
But I chose to give a damn
And box for you like pictures on Instagram
Chose to respect what was built by both Kool and Bam
You know who I am,

Out they Chanel trench coats
Bitch, I rep Atlanta like I'm
Arthur Blank's assault rifles
Look just like them shit's that
They shoot off of tanks
As we

dancing
To be specific ima own Atlanta
Finna live a life
A nigga couldn't imagine
Been knew I was that nigga
I ain't need reaction
Nigga bout to blackout
He

Tyson with hooks when I'm hitting with rounds
But it won't always like that
I lost some fights in my past
Insecure and so depressed
My life was a complete

That Would Be Me

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

good, you can't read or write
A bittin' kid that'll get twist if he front, no publicity stunt
His life flashes by his eyes quicker than Black History

for it

I don't need to force it
They climb to me by themselves
An army of living corpses
They love my brains
They want a piece of fame But they're not

silly, hold up

I get high when I'm drunk
I get idolized
By guys with no luck
I got 5 kinds of wine in my trunk
I do lines off of road signs
And dimes off

Sa la vie yeah you really lost your Mind if you think you Handling me
Eating green my celery like them free No felony keep a secret pll I hate When

to Atlanta
I ain't here to see no thotties, they just pop up where I'm landin'
And my eyes distorted, Big Santana off this Fanta
Bro don't beef he peanut

ask my birth time, every time
In New York, grippin' Fed' time
To Atlanta when it's red time
Back to Charlotte, it's depressed time
I was broke last

You really wanna do music with somebody?
I really wanna work with Future
Future? And he's from Atlanta, right?
Hmm hmm

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