Lil ATL Dawg Fa$e - RAW

When I got my cell
I had got the phone
I didn't have to bail
But I got the bond
I didn't have to tell
Sat tight and stayed strong
Did this all alone
Ain't get no help
I do this on my own
Got boys in hell
Still hear my song
Nobody cared
If they right or wrong
They doing us wrong
Just to make it right
If you think it's all right
Then something must be wrong
But this shit is real life
It's not just in my song
Want to put up a fight
Then put your people on
They all want to ride
Until the reefer gone
Don't act like your guy
Until your body bones

I been on the rise
Always over run
Still know
Mathematics nigga
I ain't dumb
I play with the numbers
Just to get the commas
These niggas backed up
With that shit I'm no plumber
Can't do what he say
Because I'm not a runner
You can shoot this fade
Or get shot in your face
When you step in my way
It could be your last day
That boy from Atlanta
I swear he a Braves
You keep on talking bout
Them games i don't play
I don't have to bribe
I don't have to pay
I can look in your eyes
See the real see the fake

I don't want to lie
But I want you to stay
Don't want you to pray
Keep telling you it's straight
When you know it ain't safe
It ain't nothing but yellow tape
Around my place
Cause these niggas steal
Try and take off with my plate
No MLB but the major leagues I be
We got the top dropped
Before we hit the streets
Shot-clock, whining down
Jump out your seat
Hotshot, you better be
Bringing that heat
Nonstop a nigga been
On a little streak

Day after day
Week after week
25/8 a Nigga got to eat
Hardly getting sleep
Cause that shit ain't for me
You counting sheep
Im counting money in my dreams
No undercovers
Couldn't bring me no sheets
Can't tell on my brother
That shit is not street
I'm legally blind I can not see
Hold it down, P.O.P.
Not seeing that Nigga till 2023
Got stuck in a system
Where you can't be free

Nobody gone miss him
When they get the sweep
Then his body go missing
Bottom of the creek
Sleeping with the fishes
You fucking with Johnny
He on a mission
And he might catch a body
Can't tell nobody
Or he next he to be bodied
He might use the uzi
He might use the shotti
Not talking the horse
But he just got a charley
Grip the automatic
When he get too happy
Im flipping that burger
That boy is a patty

Face to face with murder
I made it out gladly
If I need a steamer
Hit up my boy Stanley
Look out for my people
Look out for my family
When I lost my granny
That shit had me stranded
Just picked up the cannon
And started demanding
Wasn't even planning
I turned to a bandit
Wasn't understanding
The love had abandoned
The hate had expanded
It's still hard to manage
Feel like David Banner
In a panoramic

Still can't change the channel
No Hannah Montana
Want to play both sides
Till you caught in the panel
It ain't hard to live
It's just too hard to handle
I'm keeping this little bit
Lit like a candle

Written by:
Darien Wade

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