[Verse 1]
Would I give up? That's outta the question
I just been doing this shit for months, I'm just a fuckin' freshman
Flexin', Finessin', but doing that shit was strictly stressin'
Don't give a fuck 'bout rejection, I'm just gon' keep progressin'
Somebody tell me what I'm doin' wrong
What I can improve on, so I can get better and make some smooth songs
Fuck the past, now my groove on
Know that I can move on, but it's a slippery path like [?] born

[Chorus]
Ayo, touchdown in Atlanta
Thoughts going crazy, I might have to grab the hammer
Touchdown in Atlanta (Ayo, we love you when you dead and when you sittin' in the slammer)
Ayo, touchdown in Atlanta
Thoughts going crazy, I might have to grab the hammer
Touchdown in Atlanta (Ayo, we love you when you dead and whеn you sittin' in the slammer)

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, uh
I mean, I know my shit is good
Don't mеan to come off as cocky, don't be misunderstood
You see that I fight like Rocky
I give em mean hooks
Until theres green in my family pockets
I never give up
But shit, maybe I will
Maybe I'll start poppin' pills for thrills then just chill
Thinkin' I really give a fuck if yo' ass got skills?
No clout chase, about face
Fuck up outta here, lil n***a
See, um
You ain't really who you think you is
And this game you know is motherfuckin' sink or swim
I'm in my lane, and I'm tired of lame, so I'm breaking em
Tryna leave 'em shakin' like rabies, then get replacin' em
I rap on trains 'bout range rovers and shit
My name should be layin' on big posters and shit
So, I'm focused as shit, they bogus as shit
Hopin' I get noticed, nobody's noticin' it
[Outro]
Damn