You know, a lot of people question if
I am about what I say I'm about.
You know, back in my day,
you didn't really catch me out on no curve,
It was like, I was a smart nigga,
so I knew how to take that shit,
stretch it, break it down,
acetone, water, baking soda,
lock it up, all that, you know what mean?
you know what I'm saying?
Y 'all other niggas out there makin' mashed potatoes,
Let y know how I do it, man
Cause I'm really about this shit, man
Music saved my life, real talk, man
Old school player, you can call me Atari
middle finger to the coppers
Hustle day and night, yeah,
I whip king proper, yeah, yeah
Whip king proper, yeah, yeah
Whip king proper, yeah, yeah
Whip king proper, yeah, yeah
Make the fiends whoop and holler,
man, I'm all about a dollar
I'll serve it to your mama,
Your bitch all on my line,
I'm just tryna stay alive,
turn these nicks into dimes
Put my life all in these rhymes,
heart all in these clothes
Whip it, whip it, whip it,
like I'm cookin' up some shit
Then I pitch it, pitch it, pitch it,
like I'm quarterbackin' shit
Speaking of that, call me the captain,
this is real shit, no acting, this is trill,
Old school player, you can call me Atari
I'm a middle school player
Old school playa, you can call me Tyrone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whip, gangboppa
Yeah, yeah, whip, gangboppa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whip, gangboppa
Whip it, whip it, whip it