ATL Roots (Bonus)

Okay, back to my Atlanta roots, this is what the fuck we do:

We don't give fuck about it, we just get a bag or two

Fuck a Birkin, Telfar. ima grab a brand-new car

Need a way to move because a nigga tryna move too far that you won't even see me on a lot of fuckin' shit

You was sleepin' on me now, you'll still be sleepin', I'm up next

Tried to y'all fuckin' folk while y'all was goin' broke

I was broken in my soul but took it back, I got a code, I ain't with

Cliques, I'm with the family, only building candidly

If I push for vanity, that voice in me gon' manage me, I watch my fuckin' mouth at times

I don't cuss in every line, I just don't live in play-play world, get in the McDonald's line

If you wanna play with me while I ain't in playin' mode, I can turn it down for real, but my hustle gotta grow