Atlanta (Explicit)

Death rattle when I wrote this verse

Momma didn’t make it thought I’d lose me first

Daddy died, put on suit rehearse, sat in the whip, pump brakes, reverse.

Cigs and drank, keep me cool, heart burns,

Put me on path, look back, return

Paper boy, niggas up and earned

stripes, intellect but I cant discern

Nigga, 24, feeling like he 42, on the ground thinkin bout what would martin do.

In Atlanta, so I move like the martians do, keep space, get a little taste of the cultural.

Death numbers on the rise in the articles,

Get the strap, you in pain and they watching you.

Selfish nigga, wasn’t even suppose to make 22

Death rattle in the hell that created you

Death rattle when I wrote this verse

Death rattle when I wrote this verse

Death rattle when I wrote this verse

Momma didn’t make it, thought I’d lose me first

In the whip, take it back, reverse.

Gotta hit the road if imma break this curse

Sick niggas gonna crash and burn

You did it for them other niggas when’s my turn?

Hit the blunt now I can’t see earth

So high, can’t get by off mirth

So fly, can’t high off church

Lefty blind, been right, since moms gave birth

Stay killing time, blood still on my shirt

Bulletproof vest, but I still feel hurt

I’m sick and tired of the back and forth

How I’m suppose peak, when the valley calculates my worth

I ain’t going for the bull, middle class sellout

Let the Smoke hit in my lungs to get the sin out

I ain’t trying to change game, so I’m getting what I can

Gotta get it how I’m living as a black man

I couldn’t stand it in the rain, so I had to change my pace

Now I wallow in my sorrow, trying to save face