East Atl.

You wanna hear about me? Okay Well I came outta East Atlanta No, it's more like East Savannah Everybody on my street ownin' shit You can't lease a manor Momma said today is the only gift Don't believe in Santa Every chick that I spent a moment with Don't believe in manners Talk me right Or fuckin' talk to me nice This bitch ain't say a single word She just slipped off her Levi's And I said "What the fuck you doing?" She c on my sheets And I said "What the fuck, it's ruined" "It was already white" And shit I must agree That shit white as some of these Trust fund niggas Who got no motherfuckin' trust in me What they think? 'That nigga ride the bus to see His BM, fightin' for custody' Bitch, I'm livin' in luxury Swear that shit a must to me Oh, now I'm discussing things Like who can I confide in? Who do I know is riding? And what we driving by in? Uh Hm The fo' by fo' hold sixteen niggas But I hold my own I think I'll walk, be on my own At least I know my feet gon' hol Wha wha wha wha wha What the fuck you talkin' about? If this is food for thought Then shove it all in ya' mouth And please chew yo' food Before you come and talk it out Aw shit, I gotta run You runnin' off at the mouth Now I saw that bitch off edibles I swear that shit incredible She say she got a condition I said "That shit ain't medical" I said "Can't you go to prison?" She said "Is you the federals?" And she showed me her prescription But that shit was illegible Uh