Yeah, why you believin' the propaganda?
like they wanna be from Atlanta?
Are you the voice or the echo?
Are you the nail or the hammer?
I be talkin' while chewin' my beats,
Choruses that fit the opera,
that's why I need phantoms
I got my doubt at gun point,
that's why I need ransoms
that's why I got your girl before the money
Honestly I thought I'd have
But I'm cool with how it's happenin'
who wants to cross routes with me
Like a young Colin Kaepernick
Treat the money like a lateral, I'm passin' it
'Cause my family's number one,
Tryna buy a house in cash
for all the times we had to move
All the times my mom cried
'cause she ain't know what else to do
All the times she lost hope
'cause she ain't know what else to lose
All the times I shoot shots
'cause I don't know what else to shoot, man
ain't nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger, don't hesitate, just shoot
I'ma stay winnin', I don't believe in luck
I believe that life's a buffet, better eat it up
I've seen enough to know that
Never felt like an employee,
Even when I stacked shoes,
Yeah, I always walked out,
That's a tribute to my head-space
And lately my Devils have been
Spanish chicks in red lace
Doing Brujeria on me for ten days
More like ten months, but I got out of it
it's probably with a Saudi chick
But I keep my head up high
and my middle fingers higher, yo