atlaswxrld - Young Elon

Do you have an atlas
I ain't go no concept for this one, imma just spit
It's like
Homies think they're making waves, while standing in a puddle
I don't want to tussle make your shawty pay to cuddle
I can't even blame her, I would want to get with me too
She wants to see me again, but my movie got no sequel
Evil, women
Tryna get around me
Tryna trap a homie, tryna turn me to a daddy
Homies wasn't lying when they said you was a baddy
And I can really tell, she don't wanna see me happy
Hold on who he?
Who dat boy named Atlas?
Running up the digits, I'm in love with mathematics
People lie and numbers don't, so somethings never adding up
Leave them boys behind, and I can tell they never catching up (catching up, catching up)
Yo, young homie why you look like this?
Imma run it up, cuz I like your wrist
Imma take your chain, cuz it really gliss
I might pay my rent with this
Get some extra cash with this
And then get rid of the evidence
After I hit that lick, yo shawty say she wanna be friends with benefits (ha-ha)
Chris Brown, where's the loyalty
After I got some money women notice me
She says that I'm special, I'm supposed to be
Lying to lil shawty like its forgery
See, the game is cold it came out the freezer
Said I'd never leave her, now she's mad she calling out the reaper
Yea I got to leave, don't wanna die so let me fix my visa
When you ask lil shawty about love she says she's no believer
Now she's like me
Traumatised

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