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[Verse 1]


Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white


Talk shit slap box clear into the day light


Might fuss may fight but stay tight


Keep what the "J" need for the lighter hit the base pipe


If the trap was the ocean or the sea


You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites


Befo a nigga tried to click it make them think twice


Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo blink twice


Day right I`m recitein my life


Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent night


Cold sundays slow mondays hot friday nights


Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight


On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights


Chip on my sholder hold a grudge cause you can die tonight


I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like


Befo the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic





[Chorus]


Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top


Why you mad at me


Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop


Why you mad at me


Is it cause I kept it pimpin and stayed down


Why you mad at me


Or is it cause I am the a town


Why you mad at me


Is cause you a lame and I`m a "G"


Why you mad at me


Is it cause I got love in the streets


Why you mad at me


Is cause you know yo time runnin out


Why you mad at me


Is it cause you know I`m king of the south





[Verse 2]


Niggaz mad cause I got it like this


Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick


But I could give a fuck about this industry


I`m a be the same tip til the end of me


Thats something you know automatically if you a friend of me


Question that will think other wise now you offend me


I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy


Found them both now that niggaz in to me


Got little rap niggaz liking into me


Major lables and police want to censor me


Feds on my ass cause I`m in the streets


Think I still slang listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on me


It ain`t my fault that you can`t piture me


Ridein in a phatom and I swear I never favthom


All the fame that a nigga can gain from atlanta


Now I`m just tryin to maintain for atlanta


Befo niggaz would say in atlanta


I was rhode park doug high stayed in atlanta


Now true enough I sold yay in atlanta


But is that compared to contributions I made to atlanta





[Chorus]





[Verse 3]


A pick a reason any reason all excuses would do


But man you lucky I ain`t buckin like I used to do fool


While you was throwin one`s and two`s


I was liftin up tools and then


Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move


Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man


Don`t talk around cause I heard he the fed`s man


They offer him time and they knowin he scared and tell him


Give me they names or you doin the stretch man


Or wear a wire go record what he said


And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man


A rat I`m smellin blow I ain`t sellin


Where you got that impressin ain`t no tellin


Yes I`m a felon why was that in question


What about all these records I`m sellin


I`m bankhead born and bankhead bread


And when a nigga die I`m gone be bankhead dead





[Chorus]

[Verse 1]


Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white


Talk shit slap box clear into the day light


Might fuss may fight but stay tight


Keep what the "J" need for the lighter hit the base pipe


If the trap was the ocean or the sea


You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites


Befo a nigga tried to click it make them think twice


Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo blink twice


Day right I`m recitein my life


Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent night


Cold sundays slow mondays hot friday nights


Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight


On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights


Chip on my sholder hold a grudge cause you can die tonight


I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like


Befo the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic





[Chorus]


Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top


Why you mad at me


Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop


Why you mad at me


Is it cause I kept it pimpin and stayed down


Why you mad at me


Or is it cause I am the a town


Why you mad at me


Is cause you a lame and I`m a "G"


Why you mad at me


Is it cause I got love in the streets


Why you mad at me


Is cause you know yo time runnin out


Why you mad at me


Is it cause you know I`m king of the south





[Verse 2]


Niggaz mad cause I got it like this


Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick


But I could give a fuck about this industry


I`m a be the same tip til the end of me


Thats something you know automatically if you a friend of me


Question that will think other wise now you offend me


I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy


Found them both now that niggaz in to me


Got little rap niggaz liking into me


Major lables and police want to censor me


Feds on my ass cause I`m in the streets


Think I still slang listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on me


It ain`t my fault that you can`t piture me


Ridein in a phatom and I swear I never favthom


All the fame that a nigga can gain from atlanta


Now I`m just tryin to maintain for atlanta


Befo niggaz would say in atlanta


I was rhode park doug high stayed in atlanta


Now true enough I sold yay in atlanta


But is that compared to contributions I made to atlanta





[Chorus]





[Verse 3]


A pick a reason any reason all excuses would do


But man you lucky I ain`t buckin like I used to do fool


While you was throwin one`s and two`s


I was liftin up tools and then


Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move


Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man


Don`t talk around cause I heard he the fed`s man


They offer him time and they knowin he scared and tell him


Give me they names or you doin the stretch man


Or wear a wire go record what he said


And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man


A rat I`m smellin blow I ain`t sellin


Where you got that impressin ain`t no tellin


Yes I`m a felon why was that in question


What about all these records I`m sellin


I`m bankhead born and bankhead bread


And when a nigga die I`m gone be bankhead dead





[Chorus]

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