I'm from where the hammers rung
In Atlanta's slums
Pop a nigga sit and wait for a ambulance to come
I know if you a shooter by the way you handlin' the gun
Gambling you done
Shells burn like candles in the sun
I'm not a fan of gun violence
Not having a strap and get pop once
I swear you be scrambling for one
But our plans was to get funds and skate off the set
So I mix the kush with the dro, to make all my weight stretch
I'm from where the dudes rob and argue all day about
Who's the best MC? Cyhi, Stacks or T.I
While doggin' the GBI
My bad I love Jeezy
But I'm still the best to ever do it in it and I ain't even put a CD out
So next time you say the A got no lyricists
I just think you got a taste this exquisite shit
My verses are like Leviticus to the underprivileged
I make music for the world you make music for a stripper bitch
Black leather beret cap era
Guns at your capitol taking that measure
It's Huey nigga it's Huey nigga
Never been a victim of rebel against the system
Lames wanna diss em and women just wanna kiss em
It's Huey nigga it's Huey nigga
This that God flow, what they nailed Jesus to the cross for
And he came back three days after he died flow
This Pablo, talkin' to kids in Chicago
Mob flow, this that midget New Jersey Drive flow
Side note, I wrote this rap with my eyes closed
Bravo, cause it came out clean as the mosque floor
Costco, hoes sellin' they twat for a car note
Benihanas and Roscoe's
Picasso, Nas mixed with a Pac flow
Rappers can't stand me, this that Grammy nod flow
Let me stop though, cause I'm goin' digital with the syllables
CyHi The Prynce, and I'm royalty like residuals
This hoes score me this suppose to be hospitical
When they in the house with a nigga it's not typical
This not fictional, I run this bitch like elliptical
Can another rapper come out of Atlanta? if you not lyrical
Is that Chiraq where out of towners die at?
I advise book your flight now and fly back
Gangland, bang dead, what you claim fam?
Box Chevy is foreign buck 50 flow
Young nigga got bitches at the 50 do'
50 pack done good drop out 50 more
My city rough but I made it in it
Trap house look like it's where canes invented
Trust nobody even friends looking hate up on it
Riding dirty with your bitch smoking "wait a minute"
LA gon' ride with Drillinois and Decatur in it
Niggas snitching I'm like wait to win it
Nigga looking like a state defendant
My 4 door look like a 2 door
My 2 door look like a 4 door
I'm cuttin' up call me Zorro
Better smash in a body bag
Gimme a track and let me body that
Ha