OFF 5 AT 5 AM IN ATL Lyrics

Throw back every song, free my niggas up the road

Can't even call me when they want

High looking at throw backs in my phone of us

I ain't ridin' with no nigga, that wasn't in that mode with us

No they ain't hit that road with us, or try go take a soul with us

Always catch Lil Roder around the OG, he grown as fuck

I'm a young OG, cause game from them, I soaked it up

Heart was cold, I sewed it up, with O's, I fill my sodas up

We tweak when we be on them drugs, we can tell when niggas be on to something

Throw back every song, free my niggas up the road

Nacho gang Mafi with me, none of us never told

Everybody moving drugs, rather it's p's or fucking bows

Before we started hustling, we was sharing fucking clothes

That's part of the reason, I can't stop fucking with the bows

I started seeing the different bag when I stopped fucking with these hoes

They don't see the goals, they just playing a lil' role

Can't do a voodoo on my soul, I'll wipe a nigga nose

Streets say I'm fucked up, ma see a heart of gold

Can't have no heart to heart, I don't know if they who they exposed to me

It was like five years ago, bdoe told me keep the pole

Cause the whole time be the ones that be close to me, bitch

I know where I'm supposed to be, I don't want them to notice me

I promise I'm gon' blow the heat, I'm singing but I ain't Jodeci

I was sitting on that bow for a lil' minute, that's why I sold it cheap

All these Niggas been sounding like Rodie for a lil' minute, I think they cloning me

Nigga don't want no money, but get on live and then start trolling me

I see you outside, I'ma up that rod for you and your brother to meet

So you look like a gunna to me, boy I would've said fuck that plea

I don't just tuck, I'll up that heat, and send lil' niggas right underneath

I live the high life, I don't give a fuck about the limelight, it never was special to me

They say Rodie the best on the beat

You can tell that I practice what I preach

Every time them blackers in your city better put that back piece on your heat

Boy this shit get uglier than me, make you not wanna see like Stevie B

Remember ain't nobody believe in me

And it's fucked up cause now they needin' me

Hoes actin' like they was leavin' me

This you dumb hoe, you a eat eat

At the spot lookin' at my poles, but I got on a Jesus piece

All the opps in a better place, boa they finna have a meet and greet