EAST POINT PRAYER

Money, mansion, hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah You ain't shot shit, get your stats up Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor I was out there, when it mattered Had the chopstick with the ladder Made it count, made it to Atlanta Off to Camp Creek, with no plan C I was here first, understand me You gotta stay alert, understand me If they catch me, they gon' blast me Yeah Bounce out, chunkin' up the hood Money in the bank, so I'm feelin' good Pulled up on the gang, never Hollywood Showin' em the way, so they show a nigga love But, these lil' niggas runnin' wild Bought a .40 Cal., out the Jordan Downs Married to the streets, know she get around I never wanna leave, I'm never out of bounds, yeah Ain't no peacin' up if you body one of us Body for a body, big body Benz truck Bounce out boogie, play pussy, get fucked When these niggas get tough Since when these niggas want war with us Liquor, gun shot, bloodshot corneas I been out all night, tryna make it out Swear to God that the set was the safest route And what they about Money, mansion, hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah You ain't shot shit, get your stats up Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor I was out there, when it mattered Had the chopstick with the ladder Made it count, made it to Atlanta I took big risks, now I'm a big fish A billion dollars at the top of my to-do list Buy a villa in Saint-Barts, maybe a cruise ship, well, really a yacht Just to say that I got it, product of my environment Keep my cutter for the snakes, you know this shit can get slimey Ain't have to make no call to gang'nem, they already beside me Where the money at, that's more than likely where you can find me I can't honor that, you know that shit was flawed when you tried it This shit crazy, nobody wanna put in the work, but wanna get paid though I'ma keep on spendin' on lawyers until the case closed I'm probably not comin', I'm not the one you should wait on I want this shit bad, hope it don't take long Everybody callin' with they problem, not to check on me They say, "If it happened, then it's meant to be," guess we'll see I knew you was lyin' when you had told me you would never leave I can't keep on goin' back and forth, I gotta let it be (Money, mansion, hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah You ain't shot shit, get your stats up Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor I was out there, when it mattered)