CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Ghetto Gods Freestyle

Yeah
A lot of talk about what's Atlanta and what's not
You wanna see what Atlanta is?
You know what I mean? Rea**urance
Too easy
Pop your sh*t now (Gangsta Grizzillz)
EARTHGANG, home worldwide
Home certified, gon' testify (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Price for a feature gon' cost your life
Where you goin'? Where you goin'? Hold on
Bruh (Who me?), hold on
F**k that sh*t (Mr. Thanksgiving)

B*t*hes, EARTHGANG, home worldwide
Home certified, gon' testify
Price for a feature, that'll cost your life
F**k your top ten, what your top five?
You in the presence of the most high
Speak with the tongue of the most fly
A couplе of stars in the roof, it's true
I'm really a star, my n***a, thе proof
I father the youth, I taught them the truth
I show them the lies, I open they eyes
The real n***as rise, it's diamonds inside
Okay, it's my turn, the turn of the tides
I pray up to God
Don't f**k with the schools or government
Laws or none of they rules
The media lie every day on the tube
Tupac with a billi, my everyday move (Get 'em)
F**kin' money up, hit my baby mama up
Who you with? F**k that sh*t, I'm pullin' up
Threw a brick through a n***a Uber-Lyft
Knew he was a b*t*h, knew he'd try to dip
I be lyin', say I do it for the kid
I just really f**k with doin' stupid sh*t
White crowds like I'm Hootie and the Fish
F**kin' on a freaky, moody, lil' b*t*h
I don't ever stick around to shoot the sh*t
FaceTime nine times out of ten
I be in the whip, droppin' off the jit
Droppin' off some d**k
Sand bars with me like I'm Michael Vick
Chopper ate a n***a up, Kyle Pitts
Sandlot, big dog, I'm a beast
Same time n***as populate the pics

Pick a ring, flick
Pinky ring pink
Pu**y real pink
(Talk your sh*t, T**) Sink, okay
I'm on my way, want me get in there?
Been a real n***a turned a millionaire
Why you sittin' there?
I'll make a million dollars by the time you been got up and did your hair
Far as Louis Vuitton, I got sixty pair, you could pick a pair
In the fruit fight, you couldn't pick a pear
Some might say a grammatical error
My granddad had a Chrysler LeBaron
Then my dad caught prison time
Mom start cryin', f**ked up her mascara
My trap house had a long-a** line
Twelve for the sh*t, it's porcupine
Stuck like truck
F**k them fines, f**k that court
Young, Black n***a, I ain't tryna be broke
Young, Black n***a, I ain't tryna be broke
Rolled 'em dice, then rebuck
Take the dough, then re-up
My new crib like my ego
'Cause that sh*t is big as f**k
Toni
Let me explain something
Every time you hear my voice
I'm thinkin' Mount Rushmore
And there's only a couple spots available
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer?
In this case, only the legacy we leave behind
Just make sure you quote me when I'm gone
(Gangsta Grizzillz)