Eloquence

Once upon a time, in a city rife with strife and crime
Cocaine, alley shooters, midrange hoopers, ganja movers, ass tooters
Including tattooed Tatiana that rides the scooter who masturbates while she meditates

The nouveau riche lead lives in previously vacant domiciles
Adjacent to those in need of government cheese lest they barely make it by
Here the streets never dry if you know the right guy
But you better not flinch if shawty with the wavy 16 inch you met in Magic got a temp

Here medications been mistaken for sedation
Having mass implications temp-tainting the youth
And a slue of other symptoms seeping deeper within the ether
Much like theses synthetic elements surging
Through these speakers trans-versing ya tweeters

Where the sophisticated waiter who serviced your table is quite likely to
Serve you up later should you need some party favors
Let it be clear that most folks are much more than their host personas
Or any of their mere veneers appears

Here

Loquacious strangers pose potential danger
To the unsophisticated, uninitiated in the ways of capping

Neon buzz replaced by muffled 808s and kick drums dropping out of strip clubs
Where you likely to find Cadillacs on dubs, Pontiacs on hub caps
Bumping twin subs sat right cross from a Maybach
But cars and cash a completely different class than swag

Peacocking is often the object for players with the latest options adorning their closests
A place that holds the never ending race of hustlers and go-getters
Tryna get the worm first
Same place I was birthed

Welcome to Atlanta...

Refining operations that's my occupation
Plug all the leaks till I fill the basin
Water these seeds to their maturation
Keeping it steady no palpitation

Laying each brick like a master mason
This line of work come with stipulations
If shit get hot pop the ventilation
Keep ya grip don't you trip through them tribulations (Check ya footwork nigga!)

List of accomplishments theres a bevy
You can bet I got bass bleeding out the Chevy
Fuck around blow out an ordinance, fuck it I'll shoot you the coordinates
But be weary

The route doused with homogeny
I swear these niggas my progeny
Can't 'nere nigga here knock my prosody
Please pay attention to prophecy told by a prodigy

You niggas aint G, me
You reenact the TV
I'm a real life shot caller
You niggas just shoot at the breeze

I could shoot out ya knees,
One cap, two cap, my gat go "BLAP!"
Producing!ll artifacts scat ya skeletal around the map

See I terrorize like it's Gitmo
Cause I theorize at higher tempos
Bitch you been known that my modos-operandi
Been to get woke, get dough, then ghost 'fore I die
Rather I meant to the other side

Nigga I'm talking 'bout hella high
Na'am saying like the most of?

Anyways bruh

That's for a Later day
What you got going on Saturday?
I may just might got a play
See its some niggas that stay round the way

Now I
Heard through the vine that they getting paid
I, heard through the vine that they riding waves
I, heard through the vine where their stash stacked
Shol' should be easy to crash that...

Like auto-pilot on a Tesla
But I promise you partner no pressure bruh
But if we is goin' do it may as well get to it
'Less its something else you wanna ask?

I done made all of my moves with no mask
I used to post up at work with the strap
Almost killed a nigga but I reconsidered
Just left him seizing on his back

That fiery shit be my element
But I argue my progress is evident
Even got multiple metrics of measurements I could submit just as evidence
If I needed

May a native speak without impedance
I got some qualms and I brought a grievance
Imma need reparations
Or I aint leaving

So cut the check but check you got the apostrophe
On the side a couple commas G
Some could call me the apostasy
Some should call me the anomaly

To a jury I'm a jigaboo
Another nigga who flew the coop

Call the crew
Tell em where to rendezvous
Then on to the coup'd'etat
See this here is a coup de grace!

This that over with that old shit!
This that get it how you 'sposed shit!
This be that Northwest Atlanta country grammar Smyrnaville type flow bitch!

Get on the low
Flip it out for more
All my real hustlers know
This be that so good, whole hood wanna cop a full brick

Nipsey spoke of ghetto elegance
I just call this Urban Eloquence
Boy don't you test my intelligence
Fuck an embellishment

This to cultivate the culture's embetterment
Water the real kill the rhetoric
Spice the game up like a peppermint
I'm just cutting up cuz, I aint talking no severance