West Atlanta Lyrics

I gotta find a way to uh, get into it

West Atlanta fuckin' raised boy, meaning I was always fuckin' blazed boy

All this pot it really got me dazed boy, in this tunnel feeling like it's mazed boy

Made it, this was always what I prayed for, in the feild it's really what I played for

All this heat we never got no shade or, always going never fuckin' break for

No one, we was hitting gas, I was making paper while we sitting back

Thought I needed to, so we giving back, then they came knocking, this is getting whack

Like damn, this is getting whack

(Oh shit, now we pinned down, woah)

Now we pinned down, we in bad shit, homie moving packs like a backflip

Back down, never in a rash shit, smack down, homie shoot like Katniss

And we smoking tons of that Katnip, switch it up, always in that madness

Homie shifting carpets, no Aladdin, pack it up, golgi apparatus

Like damn, and we send that, got some boys chewing on that Zyn pack

Now we getting funds, no sandbags, and I feel the money like an empath

And I'm getting money, no MJack

Yeah, and I'm getting money, no MJack

Shit, what would you do if the people that's closest to you

was making the most of you, was splitting like Moses from you

was saying some shit that ain't true, like, like how would you deal with that shit

Some people would just go and quit, but I just can't stop ill admit

My life is a movie, it's good, my life is a movie but cut all the actors

I'm farming for green like some tractors, moving the numbers, I'm taking the factors

I always be building contractors, repping the city like Martin Prada

But I don't wear designer, no Prada, I got a fleet bitch, I got an armada

Gonna take a little trip to Granada

And I'm gonna switch the beat of the song right, and she gonna play the ball like a long spike

Got a white bitch, take the bite like a Klondike, and she say that she love me but I'm alright

Got a loyal bitch, she'll be knowing what my song's like, and she not a bitch, but I say it so the song's tight

And I'm making all the wrong rights, like we going at the stoplight, and we moving from the spotlight, and we fighting like a hoplite

Bro, you know that's my spot right? Damn

So move out my seat, I'm asking you nice like please

I'm asking you nice till you see, so please move out my seat

Moving this and moving that, I might just go move some racks

I might just go do some laps, hit the gym and move some pads

Moving this and moving that, I might just go move the stats

I might just go through some stats, sitting down and do my tax

MVP like Ronald Acuna, wishing I'm doing it sooner

I just be moving like Pumba, going to space bitch I'm Luner

Move out the way like I'm Luda

I can't be doing it to ya, heard all that noise, it's a rumor

Parents with true baby boomer, feeding it to the consumer

Dude I will just go and sue ya

All this violence in my head

Ain't never little for you, Pease

All this violence in my head

Ain't never little to no for you, Pease

I'm wishing for peace for all of the people around me who switching their needs

Now they be switching the teams, all of the AI just really be switching machines

I just be switching the screens, shooting the corner for three, I be dishing the beans

I just be stitching the jeans, all of the holes in here just got me itching for seams

Cut right, almada, I'm shooting my shot, it goes farther

Crunch like tostada, I be making these hits like a saga

Cut right, almada, I'm shooting my shot, it goes farther

Crunch like tostada, I be making these hits like a saga