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[21 Savage & Offset]
Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whippa (Pyrex)

Niggas been doubtin' me ever since a nigga started
I hop in the booth, and I'm goin' retarded
I bring out the fire, and I'm hittin' the target
Back in the day, if I wanted to eat
Then a nigga was stealin' his food from the Target
Now I go shoppin' with Pyrex at Lenox
We empty the bag when we hit Neiman Marcus
Bitch, I'm a muhf*ckin' smart guy
You niggas look at your son like Marcus
I don't care who's on the XXL Freshman List
Nigga, I'm goin' the hardest
I'm a real Atlanta nigga
You know you can catch me at the muhf*ckin' 'partments
I stash the money right under the carpet
Hoodrat nigga, wife beater my garment (Yeah)
Everything a nigga say in his raps
On my mama, that shit just be true
I was wearin' Carhartt even back then
I remember niggas was wearin' all Trues
I done spent too much time 'round Pyrex
Just bought the one [?], keep talkin' 'bout two
And I'll never cross my nigga
On God, you don't know what we've been through
I done seen shootouts, yeah, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout broke, yeah, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout too much pain in my life
You should think I cry every time I spoke
I just channeled all this bullshit in my life, put it in my notes
Now I got 300, 400, 500 bitches
And they all want it down they throat (Yeah)

And I'm like, "Okay, cool (Yeah, yeah), okay, bet (Okay, bet)"
(Crazy man)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet, (Okay, okay)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet)
Okay, cool (Crazy man), okay, bet (Crazy man)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet, bet)
Okay, cool (Crazy man), okay, bet (Okay, bet, bet)
Okay, cool (Okay, bet), okay, bet (Okay, bet)

Yeah, uh, SwaVay do his dance, huh?
They know if SwaVay get up first
He reachin' right back for his mans, huh?
Don't gotta cap, know you a fan, huh?
Even when I take a L, we just adjust
It's part of the plan, huh? (Yeah)
And I'm only ridin' for my dawgs, when I'm up
Who be ridin' with me every day
In Atlanta, if you touch Almetha's son, on me, you gon' die today
All of my niggas gon' need that deal, I want them thinkin' we just robbed the bank
I don't need no more lil' pistols, I need a No Limit Gold Tank
All of my bitches be too damn pretty and havin' an attitude, and it stink
If I did it on my own, tell me, who the f*ck I'm gon' thank?
And I'm pullin' up on niggas with that brick, no, I ain't Craig
I just heard from a lil' birdie, some lame-ass niggas, they want me dead

And I'm like, "Okay (Yeah, yeah), okay, bet (Okay, bet)"
(Crazy man)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet, (Okay, okay)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet)
Okay, cool (Crazy man), okay, bet (Crazy man)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet)
Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet, bet)
Okay, cool (Crazy man), okay, bet (Okay, bet, bet)
Okay, cool (Okay, bet), okay, bet (Okay, bet)

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