| Ayo yo Sim
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| ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
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| Elevation is the only thing I’m aiming for
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| Doubt my shooter he gone do it thats what I’m payin him for
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| Six figures pockets full, bitch I’m paid
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| Dropped deposits, get 'em gone, I don’t think nobody safe
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| I do it like every day
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| Check the closet, find the safe
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| Blue strips in my waist
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| Get that John Madden shit, you won’t never know what my play
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| SRT V8 Vroom
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| Now my family fast, boom
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| I was broke back last June
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| Locked up in them county blues
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| Now I’m in the fast lane prayin' I don’t crash out
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| Crank a reckless driver then my nigga had to crash out
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| if I catch you lackin boy you know you ashed out
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| They said I’m broke, well let m be
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| Ima just pull that bag out
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| You gone be a victim to th system, I’mma be the bad guy
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| Million dollar nigga so they reach now got their hands out
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| Now
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| Only hand out
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| You my friend now?
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| Damn thats crazy, everyone my kin now?
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| My passion, ain’t nobody know me
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| I’mma step, for sure, and I ain’t even gotta show it
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| I got elevated switch flows now I’m out here flowin'
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| You get deep inside that sharks come take you out that ocean nigga (yeah)
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| Out that ocean nigga
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| Hit a block, get hit up the next day, we still postin nigga
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| He all on IG tweakin for his fashion, gotta show me nigga
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| All that tough talk get you touched, I’m tryna smoke a nigga
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| And I don’t even smoke, I ain’t no but I be rollin niggas
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| Blicky boy for sure, we sneak blickys in the show
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| I want blickys in my safe, she know I can’t trustin' these hoes
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| When I called him he reminded me of my neck because he’s froze
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| From this earth you gone get blown away, long way gone
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| Nah for real on every song
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| Crack him back and then she gone
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| I started smackin' through the phone
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| Now for real, what you on?
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| I ain’t never seen no hand out, I was standin' out
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| Free the iterally he crashed out
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| All that smoke, inside e he die
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| Hit him up
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| Bitch, what you syain now?
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| All the smoke inside the
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| What you sayin now?
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| Oh you my mans now?
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| You a fan now?
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| Ha, lets do it
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ()
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Catch 'em, smack 'em)
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Get active, on God, don’t @ me nigga |