[Verse 1]
Best believe when I get mine, imma hit the switches
One time for my n***as two times for the bitches
Throwing east side up
Front rows full of golds
This that real Decatur pimping make ya feel it in ya soul
Used to lamp on Gresham Road
Taught me how to be a player
First quarter center, now I'm running for the mayor
Boppers telling me they love me
I can see the fraud coming from a mile out
Hit my line
Make sure that money calling when ya dial out
My OG been telling me to crank up the knob
Give it all you got cause n***as ain't here for long
Your time is limited Remember this
You better focus put ya love in the opus
Make the preacher quote it

[Hook]
I'm just stuck at the red light
Been riding round getting my head right
Nostalgia got me lost in the headlights
I ain't perfect
Hope this sermon end up saving ya life
Take the wheel let it spill
I pray you make it alright
[Repeat]

[Verse 2]
Man I swear
This sense of self is such an awful thing
20 dollars on the smoke but not the offering
Hope these angels cool smoking with smoking out this Optimo
That's all I had on me, they caught me slipping at the liquor st-
Damn
Such a tragedy
Any time any place that's the reality
Eulogies being televised
Berettas singing lullabies
While a mother cries
Survival tactics are drastic
You press yo luck, catch up with em in traffic
His life don't matter when he pressing the line
We based off reactions
They still spraying off joy & Jackson
That's how it is in the fast lane
Better maintain yo lane pimp
Let yo mind drift

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kenny M.]
Used to live in Decatur, '06, '07
But I'm a zone 4 angel, big dog, old yeller
Some the n***as on stage with me, they be in the field, Coachella
Real stain, no sweater; real pain, no Ella
I'm the westside Einstein, I'm like Pac mixed with Urkel
I would hit em with a timeline, but all the clocks in a circle
And the hook on Phonic, now they hooked on Phonic
All my real n***as throwing up they hood like vomit
I gotta analyze the data still, dropping Scotty off in Adamsville
Can't be slipping on banana peel
Know how n***as in Atlanta is
Dump the guts at the red light, I got the guts but I tread light
It's a hundred mill in my headlights, we got big dreams
Fuck a bedtime and I'm still...