| Brothers and sisters, our friends in Atlantia, Georgia
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| Dron is the one bro
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| That I see some enemies
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| Since this is the year of the Ballad of the Bullet
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| The Ballad of the Bullet explains itself
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| I feel like Dr. King on the balcony
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| Malcolm with the chop, another casualty
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| I’m Huey Newton in the wicker chair
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| I got it out the mud, I was living there
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| Perseverance turned me to a billionaire
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| Man the wolves feast with fine silverware
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| Wake up nigga focus, I’ma die a legend
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| Motivation for the hopeless nigga
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| God bless the child that hold his own
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| La Familia, Lord Benton, Don Corleone
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| I always stay loyal to my niggas that put me on
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| A diamond underneath the surface
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| Y’all gotta look beyond, I feel blessed
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| Ever since I been a father, more I fear death
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| A southern nigga but get love out on the midwest
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| I never bring these bitches back to where my kids rest
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| Too paranoid, don’t fuck around and get your wig pressed
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| Pistol on me, that’s my only homie
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| I would’ve cut these niggas off a while back
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| If I had known they phonies
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| Don’t just say you love me bitch, you better show me
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| Made nigga, Rigatoni, rest in bull strombolis
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| Rest In Peace to Gianna and Kobe
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| Can’t comprehend God’s plan to still question the holy
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| Listen, I won’t cave in to the hoe shit
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| I’ma die a fucking legend, motivation for the hopless nigga
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| I feel like Dr. King on the balcony
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| Malcolm with the chop, another casualty
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| I’m Huey Newton in the wicker chair
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| I got it out the mud, I was living there
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| Perseverance turned me to a billionaire
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| Man the wolves feast with fine silverware
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| Wake up nigga focus, I’ma die a legend
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| Motivation for the hopeless nigga
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| Ergo everything, I came from royalty
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| I cut a bitch off if I question her loyalty
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| Uh, Mansa Musa, I brandish the Ruger
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| It’s Lord Benton bitch get a glance of the future
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| Uh, 2020 no flying cars
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| I pen you a couple lines if you niggas is buying bars
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| It’s out with them filters, these bitches behind scars
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| I told God I’ma shine, watch how here your line starts
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| Allergic to fake gold and fuck niggas
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| Niggas mad cause they hoes go fuck with us
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| New year, I made goals that’s much bigger
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| Uh, truffle oil smothered on duck liver
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| I’m a dog, got that on my daddy side
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| Y’all niggas pussy, they sweet as them patty pies
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| Shit’ll go smooth if you niggas would strategize
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| And you wonder why you stagnant, I know you ain’t that surprised nigga
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| I feel like Dr. King on the balcony
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| Malcolm with the chop, another casualty
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| I’m Huey Newton in the wicker chair
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| I got it out the mud, I was living there
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| Perseverance turned me to a billionaire
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| Man the wolves feast with fine silverware
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| Wake up nigga focus, I’ma die a legend
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| Motivation for the hopeless nigga
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| Ain’t too many out c’here, ain’t too many out c’here
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| I ain’t never going out dog, I ain’t never going out dog
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| If you got it, stay strong now, I was sitting all in the house
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| Gotta pick it up all again, gotta cook it up all again
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| Sometimes I talk to angels, sometimes I talk to demons
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| Sometimes I talk to angels, sometimes I talk to demons
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| Sometimes I talk to angels, sometimes I talk to demons
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| Sometimes I talk to angels, sometimes I talk to demons |