Atari
Hiding out with the gang, playin' hoes like Atari
Yeah it's too late, can't go back, can't say sorry
In a five star, you can't stand in the lobby
GTA money, throw it up in the hallway
(What)
I got off of the web
Try to put one on me, flip the bag on your head
(Yeah)
Because that's what I said
I do what I want, got them off of my neck
(Yeah)
Yeah, I'm icy cold with my strap
Yeah, I'm on a mission, I go gold cross the map
All the homies out here chasin' hoes, go out sad
I been out here working with my bros for a bag
Yeah, I'm so icy
Get like me
Yeah, these hoes trifling
I'm not smiling
These hoes they be lying
I was right, yeah
Yeah, I don't be trying
'Cause I'm rising
Hiding out with the gang, playin' hoes like Atari
Yeah it's too late, can't go back, can't say sorry
In a five star, you can't stand in the lobby
GTA money, throw it up in the hallway
(What)
I got off of the web
Try to put one on me, flip the bag on your head
(Yeah)
Because that's what I said
I do what I want, got them off of my neck
(Yeah)
You ain't on my level, you still got a bunk bed
You be chasin' all the hoes that I got on read
You be takin' handouts, but I cried and bled
I don't got no hand-me-downs, diamonds on my neck
You be rockin' CZ's, I got VV's on my neck
I know people prayin' on me, hoping I eat led
I be goin' through, I can't lie, but I got Tech
Look at me and look at you, does it make sense?
Yeah it's too late, can't go back, can't say sorry
In a five star, you can't stand in the lobby
GTA money, throw it up in the hallway
(What)
I got off of the web
Try to put one on me, flip the bag on your head
(Yeah)
Because that's what I said
I do what I want, got them off of my neck
(Yeah)
Yeah, I'm icy cold with my strap
Yeah, I'm on a mission, I go gold cross the map
All the homies out here chasin' hoes, go out sad
I been out here working with my bros for a bag
Yeah, I'm so icy
Get like me
Yeah, these hoes trifling
I'm not smiling
These hoes they be lying
I was right, yeah
Yeah, I don't be trying
'Cause I'm rising
Hiding out with the gang, playin' hoes like Atari
Yeah it's too late, can't go back, can't say sorry
In a five star, you can't stand in the lobby
GTA money, throw it up in the hallway
(What)
I got off of the web
Try to put one on me, flip the bag on your head
(Yeah)
Because that's what I said
I do what I want, got them off of my neck
(Yeah)
You ain't on my level, you still got a bunk bed
You be chasin' all the hoes that I got on read
You be takin' handouts, but I cried and bled
I don't got no hand-me-downs, diamonds on my neck
You be rockin' CZ's, I got VV's on my neck
I know people prayin' on me, hoping I eat led
I be goin' through, I can't lie, but I got Tech
Look at me and look at you, does it make sense?
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Writer(s): Kamau Whitsey
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