Classic
Aye I'm from cross the tracks
Like hatch
We throw four's super savage
ATL to LA
Back to back
You'll think that I was trappin, aye
We might have to shoot this in the O
This shit a classic
And I love the ones that put in they-self
They hella nasty, aye
I been him since zero baby
God ain't make me average
Gemini was born in June
But my name ain't Larry
Strike a nigga like a Titan
RIP to Gary
I gave my heart to the game
Me and money married
Aye this shit fire
This shit flame
This shit lethal
This shit gas
My bitch pressure
My bitch special
My bitch 1st
She never last
I detached from all the fake
And then I went and chased a bag
I got stripes on me
No referee I never threw a flag
I was taught to go get money first
Everything come after
And I probably curved yo main
Cause she was lame
I let you have her
Born in it
Wasn't sworn in it
This shit in my veins
Get respect for being me
Ain't hit no stain to get a name
And I thought it was bout money
But it's about fame
To much ego
Had a stash like Leon
And got out the game
Never show you niggas money
I just show you what it do
Pockets crippin
RIP to Nipsey
Love my hundreds blue
Aye I'm from cross the tracks
Like hatch
We throw four's super savage
ATL to LA
Back to back
You'll think that I was trappin, aye
We might have to shoot this in the O
This shit a classic
And I love the ones that put in they-self
They hella nasty, aye
I been him since zero baby
God ain't make me average
Gemini was born in June
But my name ain't Larry
Strike a nigga like a Titan
RIP to Gary
I gave my heart to the game
Me and money married
Love chicken I married cheese
Keep slipping get bagged like trees
He ten a G
Shit sweet nigga spin and see
On my side he'll never leave
Over here can't breathe
Over here get choked
Tips be green on my 223s
Bitches chop down trees
Better watch yo throat
Nah you better duck yo yoke
Aim high bet yo face get fried
I'll chop that fro
Yeah hit him in the eyes he unidentified
Is it him? They don't know
Got too call his folks
Why they laugh at me I was broke
Got cho now you want to hold some
I remember them jokes
My young niggas down to leave you dead bout bread
I'll put it on your head
Whole got damn loaf
And my name ain't Simon
But I'll make a bitch do what I say
When I talk she respect my approach
Aye nigga
This that lifer music
No rap cap this righteous music
On my block a minor shoot you
On my block we outside never hiding ain't hard to find
You stupid?
And we tote iron and take iron
That's mine if you ain't down to use it
Aye I'm from cross the tracks
Like hatch
We throw four's super savage
ATL to LA
Back to back
You'll think that I was trappin, aye
We might have to shoot this in the O
This shit a classic
And I love the ones that put in they-self
They hella nasty, aye
I been him since zero baby
God ain't make me average
Gemini was born in June
But my name ain't Larry
Strike a nigga like a Titan
RIP to Gary
I gave my heart to the game
Me and money married
Like hatch
We throw four's super savage
ATL to LA
Back to back
You'll think that I was trappin, aye
We might have to shoot this in the O
This shit a classic
And I love the ones that put in they-self
They hella nasty, aye
I been him since zero baby
God ain't make me average
Gemini was born in June
But my name ain't Larry
Strike a nigga like a Titan
RIP to Gary
I gave my heart to the game
Me and money married
Aye this shit fire
This shit flame
This shit lethal
This shit gas
My bitch pressure
My bitch special
My bitch 1st
She never last
I detached from all the fake
And then I went and chased a bag
I got stripes on me
No referee I never threw a flag
I was taught to go get money first
Everything come after
And I probably curved yo main
Cause she was lame
I let you have her
Born in it
Wasn't sworn in it
This shit in my veins
Get respect for being me
Ain't hit no stain to get a name
And I thought it was bout money
But it's about fame
To much ego
Had a stash like Leon
And got out the game
Never show you niggas money
I just show you what it do
Pockets crippin
RIP to Nipsey
Love my hundreds blue
Aye I'm from cross the tracks
Like hatch
We throw four's super savage
ATL to LA
Back to back
You'll think that I was trappin, aye
We might have to shoot this in the O
This shit a classic
And I love the ones that put in they-self
They hella nasty, aye
I been him since zero baby
God ain't make me average
Gemini was born in June
But my name ain't Larry
Strike a nigga like a Titan
RIP to Gary
I gave my heart to the game
Me and money married
Love chicken I married cheese
Keep slipping get bagged like trees
He ten a G
Shit sweet nigga spin and see
On my side he'll never leave
Over here can't breathe
Over here get choked
Tips be green on my 223s
Bitches chop down trees
Better watch yo throat
Nah you better duck yo yoke
Aim high bet yo face get fried
I'll chop that fro
Yeah hit him in the eyes he unidentified
Is it him? They don't know
Got too call his folks
Why they laugh at me I was broke
Got cho now you want to hold some
I remember them jokes
My young niggas down to leave you dead bout bread
I'll put it on your head
Whole got damn loaf
And my name ain't Simon
But I'll make a bitch do what I say
When I talk she respect my approach
Aye nigga
This that lifer music
No rap cap this righteous music
On my block a minor shoot you
On my block we outside never hiding ain't hard to find
You stupid?
And we tote iron and take iron
That's mine if you ain't down to use it
Aye I'm from cross the tracks
Like hatch
We throw four's super savage
ATL to LA
Back to back
You'll think that I was trappin, aye
We might have to shoot this in the O
This shit a classic
And I love the ones that put in they-self
They hella nasty, aye
I been him since zero baby
God ain't make me average
Gemini was born in June
But my name ain't Larry
Strike a nigga like a Titan
RIP to Gary
I gave my heart to the game
Me and money married
Credits
Writer(s): Rashad Guyton Jr
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