GEORGIA

Don't hate on the player but hate on the game
Might take a plane and kick back in the A
Gotta phone out to folks just to make sure they straight
Lil spike dee ain't never lie bout selling weight
Why cap to the people just tryna relate
Or say the same shit that next nigga say
Shit really got me out my mind like pharrell
You hate to see me win lil bruh i can tell
The joint burn slow with the wax like a snell
I hop in the back of the truck drop the tail and
Fakes run out of they luck when it's dry
I flip on trampoline like mike i can fly
Space jam jordan got ice on the side
Pig had the photo blue 9s still now
She got them manes along with the 5s
I didn't cop the cash wasn't right at the time
How fly on repeat oh my just how time flies
Didn't smoke till 2-1 im floating in real-time
Like a boat in the sea richard parker might die
But he lived, fresh zippo tryna spark the La
Orange juice ice cold right next to the jar
Kid frankie 09 in my thoughts dreaming far

Living these days it can be so insane
Watching the news it do something to my brain
My brothers gunned down in the street giving pain
Don't hate on the playa but hate on the game
In a all white range switching lanes counting change
Like the climate it change overtime is it us?
Is we fucking shit up, forest fires that shit hurt my soul to the touch
I be living my life give a fuck bout a jit
If they on petty shit drop smile and get lit
Drop top the caprice, but i'll slide the civic
Never forget the times that i spent with my kin
Manny want the brand new suv stamped by benz
But we up in new york take the train to pin
Get out or get in
We pouring up wine with our friends
Smoking on tree tryna collect the ends

Prada on me baby bags got her shoulder lit
She already know lil bby i told you this
Throw on j dilla that track number 36
Big time guerrilla might hop in a jungle gym