King From the Nation
Only here for the money
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
Only here for the money
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
I come from the south
My niggas'll burn your house down
Since I was born, I been runnin' my mouth, echoin' loud
My presence stir up a crowd
Nigga still king with a crown
Crazy, you still owe me money, your body will never be found
My style never endin', fuck out the business
Play in my face, bitch, no forgiveness
Soul is still cold, back with a vengeance
I wouldn't test me, Glock is extended
I'm actin' ruthless, bitch, I'm a menace
She actin' stupid, we got some new shit
I got a new bitch, I'll make you a news clip
Only here for the money
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
Keep some new things on my side
Ask em' they tell you no lies
They good at makin' me rise, we make headlines
That's why I keep my eyes wide, watchin' for snakes that despise
Always reach for the lights, I'm never scared of the heights
Keep it red dot in your sights, we fight for our rights
Nigga still high on a vibe, fuck it, we lettin' you die
Now it's bitches and Benjis, was never friendly
You motherfuckers still owe me, remember when my pockets were empty
I was the enemy, now my trigger finger's deadly
Remember how you didn't want the old me
Scared of the envy, now you motherfuckers dead to me
You thought that you slipped up my pedigree
Your bitches still want me, I am the beast
Only here for the money
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
Only here for the money
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
Only here for the money
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
I come from the south
My niggas'll burn your house down
Since I was born, I been runnin' my mouth, echoin' loud
My presence stir up a crowd
Nigga still king with a crown
Crazy, you still owe me money, your body will never be found
My style never endin', fuck out the business
Play in my face, bitch, no forgiveness
Soul is still cold, back with a vengeance
I wouldn't test me, Glock is extended
I'm actin' ruthless, bitch, I'm a menace
She actin' stupid, we got some new shit
I got a new bitch, I'll make you a news clip
Only here for the money
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
Keep some new things on my side
Ask em' they tell you no lies
They good at makin' me rise, we make headlines
That's why I keep my eyes wide, watchin' for snakes that despise
Always reach for the lights, I'm never scared of the heights
Keep it red dot in your sights, we fight for our rights
Nigga still high on a vibe, fuck it, we lettin' you die
Now it's bitches and Benjis, was never friendly
You motherfuckers still owe me, remember when my pockets were empty
I was the enemy, now my trigger finger's deadly
Remember how you didn't want the old me
Scared of the envy, now you motherfuckers dead to me
You thought that you slipped up my pedigree
Your bitches still want me, I am the beast
Only here for the money
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
Only here for the money
Care nothin' about ya
Still ride with some shottas
Got somethin' that bring that ghost out ya
The nation battin' a million
Said I couldn't afford it
Hail from the War-Town of Georgia
God told me I'm more than deservin'
Credits
Writer(s): Shaheed Middleton
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