Ghetto Gods Freestyle (Explicit) - Dreamville/EARTHGANG/2 Chainz

Lyrics by：Christopher Gibbs/Eian Parker/Olu Fann/Taji Ausar/Tauheed Epps

Composed by：Christopher Gibbs/Eian Parker/Olu Fann/Taji Ausar/Tauheed Epps

Yeah

A lot of talk about what's Atlanta and what's not

You wanna see what Atlanta is

You know what I mean

Reassurance

Too easy

Pop your s**t now

Gangsta Grizzillz

EARTHGANG home worldwide

Home certified gon' testify

Hold on hold on hold on

Price for a feature gon' cost your life

Where you goin'

Where you goin'

Hold on

Bruh

Who me

Hold on

F**k that s**t

Mr Thanksgiving

B***hes EARTHGANG home worldwide

Home certified gon' testify

Price for a feature that'll cost your life

F**k your top ten what your top five

You in the presence of the most high

Speak with the tongue of the most fly

A couple of stars in the roof it's true

I'm really a star my n***a the proof

I father the youth I taught them the truth

I show them the lies I open they eyes

The real n***as rise it's diamonds inside

Okay it's my turn the turn of the tides

I pray up to God

Don't f**k with the schools or government

Laws or none of they rules

The media lie every day on the tube

Tupac with a billi my everyday move

Get 'em

F**kin' money up hit my baby mama up

Who you with

F**k that s**t I'm pullin' up

Threw a brick through a n***a Uber-Lyft

Knew he was a b***h knew he'd try to dip

I be lyin' say I do it for the kid

I just really f**k with doin' stupid s**t

White crowds like I'm Hootie and the fish

F**kin' on a freaky moody lil' b***h

I don't ever stick around to shoot the s**t

FaceTime nine times out of ten

I be in the whip droppin' off the jit

Droppin' off some d**k

Sand bars with me like I'm Michael Vick

Chopper ate a n***a up Kyle Pitts

Sandlot big dog I'm a beast

Populate the pics

Pick a ring flick

Pinky ring pink

P***y real pink

Talk your s**t Tit

Sink okay

I'm on my way want me get in there

Been a real n***a turned a millionaire

Why you sittin' there

I'll make a million dollars by the time you been got up and did your hair

Far as Louis Vuitton I got sixty pair you could pick a pair

In the fruit fight you couldn't pick a pear

Some might say a grammatical error

My granddad had a Chrysler LeBaron

Then my dad caught prison time

Mom start cryin' f**ked up her mascara

My trap house had a long-a*s line

Twelve for the s**t it's porcupine

Stuck like truck

F**k them fines f**k that court

Young Black n***a I ain't tryna be broke

Young Black n***a I ain't tryna be broke

Rolled 'em dice then rebuck

Take the dough then re-up

My new crib like my ego

'Cause that s**t is big as f**k

Toni

Let me explain something

Every time you hear my voice

I'm thinkin' Mount Rushmore

And there's only a couple spots available

What's a king to a god

What's a god to a non-believer

In this case only the legacy we leave behind

Just make sure you quote me when I'm gone

Gangsta Grizzillz