ATL Freestyle

Clearly got me fucked up Taking out the trash on your ass I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck Everything I been through is everything I am What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up Still down to earth, never stuck up Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck I sacrifice most of my time So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck I'm what? Come for mines and guns up Wanna talk, better run your funds up I'm from the five, middle finger like I'm Nudy It's Mr Turn-The-Tabernacle-To-A-Movie, ooo-wee Keep it moving, nothing to see I grew up eating hot wings and bumping Gucci On the block ain't have no OG to school me We just yelling wassup like Skooly We hit the mall and we ball all day I really know a drought, so it's blue hundreds in the safe My nigga ain't a Jake, but he running with that K And you might take a L just for running out your face I'm still the Love Doc, hood therapist My life is VVS, I practice clarity I practice what I preach I'm living what I teach Was looking down now they looking up to me Clearly got me fucked up Taking out the trash on your ass I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck Everything I been through, is everything I am What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up Still down to earth, never stuck up Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck I sacrifice most of my time So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck Riding through Atlanta on a off day Hoping that nobody double-cross me Hit up Keisha, "Have you seen Parlay?" 'Cause he ain't make it to the after-party, aye Spin the block 'cause it's hot, keeping watch Six o'clock time for Greg Street to rock (Hmm, mmm, aye, okay) I used to walk around that corner right in Kirkwood Ann's Snack Bar, where the food real good I was living like a fool, breaking all the rules Best of both worlds 'cause a nigga went to school I was rapping like a bitch, singing to your girl Might be quiet, baby, but I'm ready to rock your world, yeah (Hmm, okay, yeah, yeah, aye)