(feat. T-Rock)

[Hook]

ATL ^!$$%s [repeated throughout the song]

[Verse 1]

I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premenition
Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition
20's on the Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life

Hella ^!$$%s want me murdered, but cant do the job right
Razor blades, Ak's, and ask me do I carry them
Killin for a hobby like a medeival barbarian

Khen will the disaster stop?Never, ^!$$% pass the glock
Illustrated killin live in color like its magnavox
Now I got em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock

Set up shop wit over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks
Ammunition @@#!ed, prepared to pop, Ill even shoot at cops
Stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top

Find yo own bizness, or the gat'll make yo clock stop
187 from the west and get yo $#&@in block mopped
You gone have to tangle wit a Hypnotize, get suprised

Good for makin money off the %#@! to stay the $#&@ alive.

[Chorus x4]

Come smoke some herb wit me
Come flip a bird wit me
Step on the curb wit me

Come slang n serve wit me.

[Verse 2]

I only $#&@ wit real ^!$$%s, all the haters can burn in hell
If you aint affiliated, dont come wit packs to sell
Object of this hustlin is bubbling stacks of mail

Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail
When I hit the block I'm seein J's, drivin insane
Crunker than Montana wit some anna for ounces of caine

ATL ^!$$%s blowin brains, simple and plain
Sippin golden grain, makin stangs, inflictin the pain
Smokin, gettin into it, livin ruthless, the feds are clueless

We the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid
Hypnotize ^!$$%s ridin vettes, sippin moets
Strapped up wit a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress

51 ^!$$%s got my back, so nevertheless
Ima get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest
Puttin (*##$es on the track, when its a pimp in the flesh

Solid as a rock for advesaries who wishin to test
Repeat Chorus


[Verse 3]
My scandalous recipe make ^!$$%s be scared of me
If there has been treachery dont try to get next to me

Yo life is in jeopardy when $#&@in wit family
We turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity
Break bread off of greenery, releasin the steam in me

Keep me from the weapons, Ill be $#&@in up the scenery
Deport bullets like immigrants, (*##$ ^!$$%s dont attempt to flinch
Money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence

Ima let the missile rip, ballistic wit hollow tips
You wont see me comin, keep yo fingers on the pistol grip
Smoke blindin my enemies, give em fearful tendencies

You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey
I'm in it for the presidents, luxurious residence
Hooked up wit the camp, Ive been a mercerary ever since

Atlanta my stompin grounds, Old National's where I'm found
Moving bricks, and $#&@in tricks, and smokin reefer by the pounds!!!


ATL ^!$$%s [until fade]