2AM in Atlanta

Back in school was focused on them racks like fuck a test score
Now in walking with them hoes to manifest more
Used to play with me they had me hurtin had my chest sore
Now they copy what I do they hitting F4 F5
Brodie slam the pack like he Brock
Bench press Brodie moving weight he need some chalk
Real scripts ain’t no modifying got em stock
Real drip spent a hundred dollars on my socks
Real pimp I could play the bitch like big mike
Real snake I might touch a ten on trick dice
See the chain up on my neck and I can tell she enticed
When I’m walking she get wet so I might put her in rice
Sugar and spice Brodie whipping up concoctions
She ask if she my baby imma put her for adoption
Be the chosen one it’s not another option
Givin her that spear now she tellin me im toxic
Damn that’s how it is tho?
…… in the whip so we ain’t zoom in like a quick scope
I might put some ice up on my wrist just like this bitch broke
Boy your bitch broke all my hoes havin
I’m unstoppable like Vick on the old Madden
This lil bitch the grim reaper she be soul snatching drop a bag when I arrive so I got no baggage
If you need then I sure have it
Like my bitches thicker than my coat fabric
Always keep a polo tee it’s so classic
My player with the wood cause it ain’t no passing
My player bitch I got my hot zones
Rappers losing to the mic just like they Roy Jones
And I got that young money like I’m Cory Gunz
And not only are you burgers all y’all boys is buns
And not only are y’all hoes y’all the cheapest ones get up out of my way or we gon we ain’t beefin once