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