east atl.
You wanna hear about me?
Okay
Well I came outta East Atlanta
No, it's more like East Savannah
Everybody on my street ownin' shit
You can't lease a manor
Momma said today is the only gift
Don't believe in Santa
Every chick that I spent a moment with
Don't believe in manners
Talk me right
Or fuckin' talk to me nice
This bitch ain't say a single word
She just slipped off her Levi's
And I said "What the fuck you doing?"
She c on my sheets
And I said "What the fuck, it's ruined"
"It was already white"
And shit I must agree
That shit white as some of these
Trust fund niggas
Who got no motherfuckin' trust in me
What they think?
'That nigga ride the bus to see
His BM, fightin' for custody'
Bitch, I'm livin' in luxury
Swear that shit a must to me
Oh, now I'm discussing things
Like who can I confide in?
Who do I know is riding?
And what we driving by in?
Uh
Hm
The fo' by fo' hold sixteen niggas
But I hold my own
I think I'll walk, be on my own
At least I know my feet gon' hol
Wha wha wha wha wha
What the fuck you talkin' about?
If this is food for thought
Then shove it all in ya' mouth
And please chew yo' food
Before you come and talk it out
Aw shit, I gotta run
You runnin' off at the mouth
Now I saw that bitch off edibles
I swear that shit incredible
She say she got a condition
I said "That shit ain't medical"
I said "Can't you go to prison?"
She said "Is you the federals?"
And she showed me her prescription
But that shit was illegible
Uh
Okay
Well I came outta East Atlanta
No, it's more like East Savannah
Everybody on my street ownin' shit
You can't lease a manor
Momma said today is the only gift
Don't believe in Santa
Every chick that I spent a moment with
Don't believe in manners
Talk me right
Or fuckin' talk to me nice
This bitch ain't say a single word
She just slipped off her Levi's
And I said "What the fuck you doing?"
She c on my sheets
And I said "What the fuck, it's ruined"
"It was already white"
And shit I must agree
That shit white as some of these
Trust fund niggas
Who got no motherfuckin' trust in me
What they think?
'That nigga ride the bus to see
His BM, fightin' for custody'
Bitch, I'm livin' in luxury
Swear that shit a must to me
Oh, now I'm discussing things
Like who can I confide in?
Who do I know is riding?
And what we driving by in?
Uh
Hm
The fo' by fo' hold sixteen niggas
But I hold my own
I think I'll walk, be on my own
At least I know my feet gon' hol
Wha wha wha wha wha
What the fuck you talkin' about?
If this is food for thought
Then shove it all in ya' mouth
And please chew yo' food
Before you come and talk it out
Aw shit, I gotta run
You runnin' off at the mouth
Now I saw that bitch off edibles
I swear that shit incredible
She say she got a condition
I said "That shit ain't medical"
I said "Can't you go to prison?"
She said "Is you the federals?"
And she showed me her prescription
But that shit was illegible
Uh
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