[Chorus]
I got shit to lose, so I hang with n*ggas that done, lost a couple screws
So they brazy, I'm talking hella' crazy (Hella' crazy)
Born and raised in the eight side 4, 10, baby
ATLANTA, Atlanta made me (On god)
Yeah the, southside raised me (On god)
Got 2, hundred on the dash, n*gga scared to race me (On god)
I got the police wastin' gas, cuz they tryna' chase me (On god)
I got no, books inside my bookbag, that's where Glocks and draces' be (On god)

[Verse 1]
I got 4 pockets full, like baby (Like baby)
So I had to buy some cargo pants, more pockets I can fit it in
Vlone on my body, fuck a friend, I let my brothers in
This ain't happen overnight, You don't know bout' the work that I was puttin in
Hoes ain't wanna fuck me, 'till I got rich, they started comin in
You wanna sneak-diss like a hoe, I'ma treat you like a bitch then
They talk behind my back like hoes, I swear to god these n*ggas feminine
You thought they let me in this rap shit, hell nah, I keep that dough in

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm so slept on, pretty little vest but when we shoot, bitch your neck gone
She ain't never have lift the weights in her life, but her head strong
Almost fell in love and fucked around, and put a ring on her
Can't stay in one spot for a long time, I'ma road runner
Let her on, but I don't really wanna, but I fuck wit Gunna
Hang around some n*ggas that lift you up, and I gone put you under
Tryna' get away from all this rain, but I keep hearin' thunder
Waiting for the sun to come up
[Chorus]
I got shit to lose, so I hang with n*ggas that done, lost a couple screws
So they brazy, I'm talking hella' crazy (Hella' crazy)
Born and raised in the eight side 4, 10, baby
ATLANTA, Atlanta made me (On god)
Yeah the, southside raised me (On god)
Got 2, hundred on the dash, n*gga scared to race me (On god)
I got the police wastin' gas, cuz they tryna' chase me (On god)
I got no, books inside my bookbag, that's where Glocks and draces' be (On god)

[Verse 2]
Runnin laps around these n*ggas, and that's why they hate me
Can't put no trust inside a n*gga, cuz they gon' betray me
I keep my circle small, don't want no new n*ggas 'round me
Got some secrets that I'll never tell, 'gon go to the grave wit me
I know I ball like LeBron, but my n*ggas AD
Everything I do a movie, it should be on BET
I'm talking, move theatres, flatscreens, on your TV
N*ggas do not fuck wit me, for real they really envy me
Take my dogs off the leash, If you really wanna play
My eyes baggy as fuck, I've been working all day
Fuck sport, I got track mode, if you really wanna race
This choppa for any n*gga that tryna' get in my way

[Chorus]
I got shit to lose, so I hang with n*ggas that done, lost a couple screws
So they brazy, I'm talking hella' crazy (Hella' crazy)
Born and raised in the eight side 4, 10, baby
ATLANTA, Atlanta made me (On god)
Yeah the, southside raised me (On god)
Got 2, hundred on the dash, n*gga scared to race me (On god)
I got the police wastin' gas, cuz they tryna' chase me (On god)
I got no, books inside my bookbag, that's where Glocks and draces' be (Uh)