AC - TrOyMaN

This is move-my-mind-mondays

This is your boy mex -mid-mike

And we are sweating in Atlanta Georgia

Hotter than a devil’s ass

Kids are going to class

But you know what you gotta do:

(This should be my theme song… to life)

Time to wake and bake baby!

Hello ATL, Rise up

Same dream, same team, same nigga

Promise I ain’t change much

Flow go, oh so Mystical

Tell them that its Danger

Sick with it, smoking on medicinal

Higher than an astronaut

Homie say, why you ain’t blowing up

Its because I rap a lot

He don’t get it, I’ma get it though

All green like its piccolo

Even Shrek, tell em kiss my donkey

Hol' up let me get a mistletoe

Running with the wining team (yea)

We gon' ball clean (yea)

We just be on different things (yea)

Soon enough you’ll mention me

You can call a nigga rocks cause I be in the cut

Minding my own

Grinding up strong

Roll them doobies up

Let me smoke, my stress be gone

I don’t wanna hurt no body

Whipping like I got kids

If you rolling up, then roll shotty with us

God why hesitate (yea)

Let’s levitate, elevate (uh)

Resignate, section 8 (yea)

Love, we got hella plates (eating!)

Up until the last supper (yea)

We get cheaper by the dozen (uh)

I ain’t home, at my cousin’s

We burning up we’re the oven yea

Is you, or is you ain’t rolling with us

If you is then I’m rolling it up (Godamn)

Ya

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(Ey ey ey ey, where you from young blood)

Nigga this Oakland, out in the country right here with my kinfolk

These girls don’t know me but they want to blow me like Nintendos

Band up, ask around

Breaking bad boy in town

Walter white with the wrist work

They Harden when I’m not around

I don’t want the rocket power

Nothing sweet pocket sour

Plenty for residuals

Every hour by the hour

It go tick tock grandpa

Till the piggy bank is ham hop

Life is such a beach

I’m just that nigga from the sandbox

Someone said you became an outcast when you had that stank on ya

Please don’t ask me where its from

Yea its all from California

Don’t sell weed but I’m what you need

I can call someone over

He must skimp and he pimpin'

You’ll be glad that you know him (What up!)

Smoking presidential in the residential (that Obama)

Lighting like a bomb we got hella missiles (call Osama)

A-salaam-alaikum in my blunt

I ain’t racing I’m just pacing please don’t take it all at once (burn up)

Is you, or is you ain’t rolling with us

If you is then I’m rolling it up

Ya

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