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Jackson Gafford
Jackson Gafford
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Javarious Hopson
Javarious Hopson
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These are your neighborhoods and the stories never stop From Kennesaw, to Lawrenceville Powder Springs, to Stone Mountain No one brings you closer or gets you more answers Basking in the Southside twilight Outside high like How I'm gone kill 'em next Jot these thoughts down as they come They might just get me rich It's hit or miss, it's all in my wrist Like I was whippin' chicks Every verse is a brick and I would be remiss If I never made time to take in all of this bliss The way I stay makin' time to take in all of this spliff Niggas would think I went and got Berner to sponsor the shit Hit Committee comin' through we on some monstrous shit Niggas talk like they hate but wanna work wit the kid I keep it all business on some personal shit Big Worm, big mood, this money make me emotional My style's never free, though at times it is promotional Them leeches get closer when you doin' what you 'posed to do You trippin' if you ain't on a mission gettin' ya shit in I hit the studio in all black like a sit-in You see the whip I get in Next time I pull up there's a chance it might be different I'm harder than your average artist To the point where detractors admit it when I spit it They only nice on certain types of beats yeah I get it The born menace often known to scorn niggas We born winners... runnin up the score on niggas We juggernauts, heavy hitters, and go-getters We struggle not to dim our light while yours flicker Most of my nights I try and think of ways to take it farther These two girls call me daddy but I have no daughters Who's gonna get fucked first? Now I feel like Father I am not a piece of shit but I'm somethin' Awful The scheme nasty don't ask me where the gas be I feel like The Great Gatsby in a room where the packs be Smoke until I'm raspy Sip the rapper water Clear my throat and then I brutalize the track recorder Clear my throat and then I brutalize the track recorder Clear my throat and then I brutalize I just was always a hustler EARLY I just knew like, yo I need to go Y'nahmean, have my people drive me out to this flea market Cause back then
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