disobey

yeah

my grandmomma had high hopes

i don't want to die bro

i just spread love and leave this bitch on a high note

if we talkin' money then you niggas got my vote

the pussy might be good but these bitches is psychos

that's facts

i never sit with twelve and tell info'

they run up on you pullin' techs out they chanel trench coats

bitch

i rep atlanta like i'm arthur blank's assault rifles

look just like them shits that they shoot off of tanks

as we been gettin' money

my memory often draws a blank

if it's beef cook all the

yeah

you know the god can't be boxed in

bitch

i'm in top ten since i was signed with hopsin

drugs got me 'noyed

i feel like somebody watchin'

my circle gettin' small 'cause i feel like somebody plottin'

i lost a good friend who was sniffin' a box of cotton

wish i knew you was depressed

now you stiff in that box

rottin'

i play the tough guy like i wasn't suppressing fears

thought i wasn't good enough 'cause i wasn't impressing peers

now it's fuck a favorite rapper

i'm the god

used to look up to you niggas 'til i found out they all frauds

yeah

i'm finna ride on my enemies

fuck a drive-by

i'll walk up on you

like you remember me?"