Lyrics:
jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
sellin' crack be
Say what up to my neighbourhood dealers
Niggas rollin' cee-lo, local car stealers
Narcs cruisin' by
They wanna lock us on the way
No eye
kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask
Yeah everybody wear the mask but how long will it last
I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders
birth to my first rhyme, got stopped by the cops wit their gun up
Thought I knew it all, didn't know shit
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' weed to the roach clip
young man
Had been beaten by the police and the only way you know
You've got to be with the people and we live separated
We go in air-conditioned cars
you need dome hit me!"
Love to see the chrome wit me
The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50
Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60
Had
Yea
Step out the car
Won't you step out the car
I need you to step out the car
License and registration
Step out the car
Please just step out the car
Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
let it peek
I will forever be hotter than the devil be
I can start a car like
A Prius is, Lexus, Mercedes, and Porches
A whole lot of horses
That's your
Bizarre)
I'm the sickest motherfucker on this earth
That'll fuck a transvestite, dog, or blue Smurf
Bizarre smack a bitch quick
Then give her ass a lick
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
females by the dozen
They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't
Brothers would always say the kid don't play
Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's
came from rags to riches, I'm the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich
I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich
I escaped
ain't acclaimed by critics
But acclaimed by fans
I'm never out of place or pocket
That's off tops, if this shit drops, cop it
Absence of Evidence, say
become rich
But I'll never die
I'll be forever alive in the eyes
Of anyone who ever cried
While listening to me rhyme
And everyone who despised
Disguised
more cops for hiring
Cause the kid to greasy
And under pressure y'all cats fragile like glass cause y'all break easy
All of these fake niggas be saying
from where they cop soft and throw cops off track
Cop cars just to ride past cop cars and laugh
Hood rats pop off and rock knock-off bags
We cut white
could catch me some sleep
They went to hit up another party
Cops bust it by 3
We was kids just getting sloppy
Freestyling heat on a beat
Can always head
over the kid
I’m fighting these demons
Lotta nights I went sleepless
I’m on the road to E-way
From the jects gotta cop me a PJ
Told my momma don’t worry
All aboard
Please keep your hands and feet in the cars
Once upon a time on a line of the train to the burbs
Began a tour of sorts
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
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