| You ever seen your momma crackin', she was short on havin' rent
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| I done seen my partner die, he was tryna be a crip
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| I’m ok with gettin' money, I ain’t gotta be the man
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| I be the man to help the man be the man
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| Thousand dollars for these Gucci pants
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| A different era, I don’t shake no hands
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| You don’t get no kills, then you don’t eat
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| Just cause you kiki with me, don’t mean that you me
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| I pray to God that my young niggas been chartin'
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| I feel like Dezzy, how we came up from apartments
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| My uncle told, «Twenty, always just be cautious
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| On who you trust, who you love, and who you run with»
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| Yeah, 12AM in ATL, my shawty said, «Just come home»
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| I’m drivin' slow when I’m pullin' out, don’t want to waste my styrofoam
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| 12AM in ATL, my shawty said, «Just come home»
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| We came out the mud, then now we on the top, we havin' bigger homes
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| I got a bigger house, I got a bigger plan
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| It took time, it took patience just to be the man
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| In Atlanta with the gang, whippin' counter bands
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| Now we bombin', use to fillin' stands
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| I just stuff my problems in this Backwoods
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| It ain’t easy comin' up, I did it, they ain’t that good
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| Say you gettin' money, well I get it faster
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| Draco been extended, bullets turn into a dancer
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| 12AM in ATL, my shawty said, «Just come home»
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| Grab my hand in the dark, you a star
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| I won’t leave you all alone
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| 12AM in ATL, my shawty said, «Just come home»
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| I’m drivin' slow when I’m pullin' out, don’t want to waste my styrofoam
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| 12AM in ATL, my shawty said, «Just come home»
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| We came out the mud, then now we on the top, we havin' bigger homes |