Clarity

[Verse 1: Scotty ATL]
Man I got a lot that’s brewing on my plate
And y’all underestimate my mind I just play along
Yeah I talk slower but my mind on some genius shit
I peep your game but I'm too slick still leave with your [?] store
Handle business like corporate folks, T is my shirt and tie
We plan to win it all, y’all cool with lose and tie
Move like a boss man, that’s what makes you the guy
Tell em get off your nuts, pause and get that rye
Bread, I work just to get that bread, I know I’m close
The shit done got tough, when the rent pop up, I call it toast
In the midst of some greatness, they call me snobby or Hollywood
Cause I’m flying southwest, recording in hollywood
I do what I want to do, spend time just worrying
Haters gone think about the swag I’m carrying
So like it or love it I’m on my high horse now
They ask around like why? They should be asking them how

[Chorus: EbonyLove]
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Top- top down with my homie niggas see me now
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Homie niggas sitting out, top-top down
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Top-top down will my homie niggas see me now

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Five, that’s my lucky number, yeah, that or 2
At that crap table, ain't no way I’m finna lose
Roll that, gotta roll that out and what you know I did
Roll the 7, pick my chips up, I bet again
Bottom dollar, bet your bottom dollar on me homie
Twist that old school game, keep it like [?]
And I never been a quitter but I’ve had some times
I fell but I learned how to gotta get back up, gotta get back on my grind
Who is your role model, who you aspire to be
Who you grew up around, who in your top 3
Who you be turning to, she done fell off the sticks
Got any friends homie, stand in there through the thick
Travel the rocky roads, I was the back page
All in the dressing room, and how you get back stage
Say that like you down, you ain’t down
Niggas see we coming up, only reason they around, got my

[Chorus: EbonyLove]
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Top- top down with my homie niggas see me now
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Homie niggas sitting out, top-top down
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Top down will my homie niggas see me now
Top-top down will my homie niggas see me now

[Verse 3: Scotty ATL]
Money not everything, you saying that man
Cause they in your pockets and your pants is flat man
I’m jugging, that ain’t good, we call it Pacman
They posted up on the corner, they serving that pack man
I paint you a visual, niggas got my defeat
Ain’t no retirement, so this their residual
That paper gon stack man, that paper gon stack man
Just build up your empire and keep it intact man
Money make worlds spin, this is a fact man
I spit you some real shit, make you run that shit back man
So like it or love it I’m on my high horse now
They ask around like why? They should be asking them how