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Ay y'all better get with the program
Been playing this sh*t since Ye and Twista came out with that slow jam
A hundred miles and running and I do not plan to slow down
Can't trust these n***as they lowdown
B*t*h I'm way too authentic for this to be persona
You n***as keep tryin' to play 'round with a f**kin' grown-up
Open my mouth, I'm shreddin' sh*t, call me Mr. Pirhanna
You n***as had this one coming, we just gon' call it karma
My body armor so silent, how you gon' harm a giant?
I got so hungry from starving, we was eating at Ryan's
Pops was gone on the road, mom was literally cryin'
Sh*t the hell that I done seen could be worser than dyin'
Rose from it with triumph
I'm a champion's idol, I'm a rivalry's rival
F**kin' up your whole cycle
How you make it from the bottom?
It all came from survival
Coming up with verses God would want to put in the bible
I done f**kеd around and made it clean
While I'm stacking bluе and greenbacks
Boost my self-esteem off this little sticky green pack
Spittin' crack, the type of sh*t to bring the fiends back
The man of Chattanooga, certainly won't even debate that

No kizzy
I'm ridin' through the muhf**kin' city
N***as hatin', b*t*hes showin' a** and t**ties
Feel me? No kizzy
I'm somewhere off a pound in the clouds
Know it's goin' up when I'm swingin' down
N***a, no kizzy
A real big dripper, the money flipper
You gettin' [inaudible] f**kin' with ya
Hey n***a, no kizzy
I'm ridin' with the strap in my lap
It ain't where you from, n***a, it's where you at
My n***a. no kizzy
ATL is where I stay at, [inaudible] my Ahab
Been on this since the tile, on God
Represent way back
From where they say it's love
But that look in they eye don't say that
You can give a n***a 200, that n***a gon' bring a K back
From where we know who juggin' and jackin' but we won't say jackin'
Yo pops can jack you up but sh*t, you don't know where he stay at
We ain't with the extra so if it's pressure then say that
'Cuz I ain't hard to find, don't act like you don't know where Te at
Like a deep sleep, I REM-E to the M-B-E-R
with n***as, them chopper bullets on heat seek
Cold-hearted, iced out, my Jesus [inaudible] is a think piece
The n***as who don't think 'bout sh*t
Put on the bungee cord, baby
This ain't the first but please hop off my d**k
I make a hundred K a verse, so let me talk my shh
It's Te and TUT poppin' big sh*t
Runnin' things need a FitBit
Misfits from the dirty shakin' the game like a hit stick

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