6AM In Atlanta

Y'all already know how this go, I'm back on the mic
All that lying on my name, y'all know that shit ain't right
I'm tired of the disrespect y'all puttin' on me
Back to back, I'm droppin' hits like Tootsie Homie
I look at her, now she tooken homie
I'll take your girl from you, put her in a penthouse
Get her a AMG and a Kurt Geiger bag to show her what could be
You ain't gotta mess with no lame nigga like that
I'll take you from that trap and take you to any place you want on the map
Maybe to Dubai or Bali or Turks and Cacs
Or maybe we can rock the boat, baby, back at my place
On some Aaliyah shit, cause girl, you really find it petite
I might just tell the restaurant that I got somethin' to eat
Cause I got you,
Gon' and cancel the reservation for two
We goin' back to my crib, I'ma eat it up like a rib platter

Letter to the next one,
Don't think cause I'm not around you I don't hear all the shit you sayin' behind my back like I don't make you fear
Every time I walk around, you say, big bruh, swear you the realest
Then you go behind my back and tell them niggas that you pealing
Lil' boy, you not, when I come around, you better bow down
Cause if you don't, I just might call big bruh say aye go fix that now

But I ain't done, we on to the next one
I trusted you with all my business, can't believe you went and spilled it
You a heavyweight gossiper though, so I should've known
You the prince, and I'm the king, so boy, bow down to the throne
I almost let y'all get away with it, but I can't even
I don't even make music like this, but y'all got me wantin' to get even
Even though I was the odd one out of the group, cause I was active in the church
Don't take this smile for weakness, cause they'll put you in the dirt

But I'm still not finished, hold on right quick, let me talk my shit
I was the biggest name in the city and y'all hated that shit
It was always, oh, you Kaleb Motley homeboy, that shit probably made you sick
If it was the other way around, I would've enjoyed that shit
Cause you could claim that you be hangin' with the greatest
I'm just sayin' it how it was, you probably thought that I was the latest to know the shit
But lil bro, I noticed it
You tried to play a different hand than you was dealt, so gone and quit
You tried to be the one, but you was the two
You was my Kyrie and I was LeBron
You was my understudy, boy, sit back and take notes on how it's done
Once again, I don't even make music like this
But it got under my skin a little bit, so I gotta talk my.
Get under me

I know, goddamn, he really still goin' on
But you gotta understand, I looked at them boys like they was my own
I guess it's womb to the tomb, and then it's F to rest
Cause y'all really played with me, but must've forgot I was the best
I know the Bible say be humble, and I was doin' just that
Until some FNs was slithering like some damn rug rats
On some 6ix9ine ish, y'all runnin' out of time ish
I'm sittin' at the top and lookin' down on some alliance shit

So this my final warning to all those who hate
Gone and grab your chair now, please, don't be late
I'll forgive and forget, and I don't need no apology
But when it's all said and done, don't forget who was the prodigy