300 Peachtree (Interlude)

Been on the go for 11-teen hours
Taking what I do to 12-tenth powers
Different time zones flying in and out of
East coast time got me on my drowsy
Plus the shit I smoke by the OZ
I stayed higher up moving lowkey
My mama think that I be smoking OD
She don't see it take away the stress that I don't need
Cause niggas cross niggas it ain't holy
I would never let another nigga hold me
Stop thinking that to you talking to the old me
Think I'm lit now just imagine what you don't see
Differently Moving for real now my old homies talkin like Marcus hit the lotto
So much in my groove in Atlanta few people thought I was that nigga hittin' Latto
I was that dude connectin' dots tho
Wise words from that real nigga Arnold
Authentic nigga never fraud though
Talking like the hip-hop gospel
Said I got the fire and I'm turnin' up the heat with every fuckin' song that I drop bro
So when you sittin' salty at the crib getting shitted on think where all that hating shit got you Slang



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Welsh
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