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ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

Money is the root of all evil
These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad b*t*h leave you
I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool, f**k a teacher
You n***as gettin' weaker, y'all hatin' from the bleachers
Diamond the Patek, baby, come and give me neck
My n***as aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest
All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step
And we ridin' with a TEC, make a n***a call the ref

Oh, I done threw the doors up, this b*t*h feel like a jet
Got some b*t*hеs out in [?] tryna f**k me for the jwet
That n***a tweetin' thеn he dead, give a f**k 'bout what he said
Grab a Sprite up out the store and I'ma turn it candy red, oh
Hello nice to meet you, these bullets wanna greet you
Got keys like Alicia, got lean by the liter
She ain't let you f**k 'cause I guess we two different people
I be smokin' opps, I don't know nothin' 'bout no reefer, uh
When we spin their block, had to throw away the chop
Can do magic with the dope, turnin' sand into rock
Fell in love with her throat, I just like it when she slobs
You would think a n***a fishin' how I hop out with that rod (Uh, no, not at all)
Money is the root of all evil
These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad b*t*h leave you
I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool, f**k a teacher
You n***as gettin' weaker, y'all hatin' from the bleachers
Diamond the Patek, baby, come and give me neck
My n***as aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest
All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step
And we ridin' with a TEC, make a n***a call the ref (Call the ref)

Mmm, say make the n***a call the ref', uh
Miss my n***a, woulda probably went different if I was there
I been active in these streets, ain't been on Instagram (I been active)
They don't know the sh*t I seen, no, they was never there (They was never there)
I don't wanna take no losses, scared to ship it through the mail (Scared to ship it through the mail)
Every show I do be profit, I go up, ain't gotta sell (I go up, ain't gotta sell)
All these diamonds on me talk, I let them introduce themselves (Iet 'em talk)
And you ain't even gotta talk, for real, ws ridin' with K's 'fore we got L's
Listen, to be honest all this sh*t materialistic (Yeah)
F**k these diamonds, n***a, who'll ride if it go different?
I ain't go trollin' in these interviews, tryna to trick me out my business
I be pourin' fours, tryna to kill the booth, it be f**kin' up my vision

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