Lil ATL Dawg Fa$e - Finish Line
I went from the Gs
To the Zs to the Ps
Ain't get no sleep
Still running in the streets
Remember them days
I ain't have shit to eat
When my pockets got fat
The pants start getting skinny
I want a proud family
With all these pennies
Ima keep on wishing
Until the whale empty
Ima keep on getting it
Till they come get me
Ima keep on hitting it
Till I start missing
Ima keep on winning
Completing these mission
Always been bout business
Don't care bout ya feelings
Hanging with spongebob
A nigga been pack rich
Can't get the recipe
These niggas plankton
Mr. Krabs money rich
I been banking
I'm living like Larry
The fuck is you thinking
Her cheeks is like Sandy
Smart mouth need a spanking
I'm feeling like squidward
Don't fuck with my neighbors
I'm all bout the paper
I'm all bout the flavors
Grind hard not a skater
Deliver no cater
Made it out Decatur
That shit filled with haters
That shit filled with killers
That shit filled with Haitians
That shit filled with dealers
Still feeling the pain
Running through my veins
But I can not complain
Look how my life change
Im still keeping that thang
In case they want to play
Get the fuck out my face
If it ain't bout that cake
You don't have to be fake
To me to get a plate
I'm still fighting the states
I'm trying beat a case
I had made some mistakes
But knew I would I be straight
I had bleeded for niggas
That didn't have faith
I was locked up in population
No escape
Kicked it with the bloods
Fuck that ghost face
Gamble with a crip
The GDs always prayed
We was stuck in a cage
Going day for day
Didn't see myself on a stage
Until this day
Still talk to my dawg
They sent him up the way
He went other way
Is what I meant say
Every night that I pray
He make it to home base
25 to life is what
My nigga face
I dare anybody
To trade in his place
We all know you gone crack
So who bet you gone break
Only bet on myself
Just the way I was raised
I been sharp on point
No razor blades
Cutting his own partner
Not talking bout spades
Squeeze lemons in the cuts
Make it rain pain
These bullets and words
Got the same exchange
This bitch got some nerves
Picking at my brain
They thought I would swerve
But I stayed in my lane
They thought I would lose
But all I did was gained
I just can't stop winning
Money... Hitting
Written by:
Darien Wade
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