Atti Season

We gon' get it like LeBron, yeah Got a rollie on my arm, yeah We don't gotta get along Just don't put my name in a song, yeah I was raised by the real OGs I might hit you with a bomb, yeah Nigga that's word to my moms, yeah Y'all niggas better keep calm, yeah Strapped up but I'm tryna get to the wealth I don't wanna war Street shit for the lil' niggas I'm grown, now I wanna ball Got no respect for the law And that's why I stay with a 4 I'm bout to pour up a 4 And then I'm comin' for it all Tell these Bitch niggas pack it up, we here now Gang shit, gotta make a whole new arrangement Time to pile bodies in basements These niggas think cuz I'm low-key I won't back out, and just flame shit I was schooled by the old niggas Yet I'm still here in this bitch Y'all gettin' money with niggas that snitch Put them as part of your set That shit don't get no respect Misrepresent everything that we invent That's why I'm here on they neck I do this shit to the death Nigga go check my credents It's real in the flesh It could get real and you could get stretched Original G, the streets is invested in me I used to stamp the dope baggies at 10 My pops was really in these streets 14, I was on the block with the work Cuz homie never been a leech Never was spoiled I made my worth in these streets They gave me everything I need Nigga I'm back and I'm feelin' like Meech It hit the pot and I whip it with speed Swagged out Atti baby got the bag out I used to live in the trap house So I never slept, got them packs out These niggas ain't fuckin' with me I do everything elite Y'all niggas better retreat All you could eat Buffet, on this beat I bet you thought it was sweet Really a G, never playin' in between I do my thing for the team Don't intervene Cuz if you fuckin' with the cream We gon' pull up, make a scene I'm done off this lean Shit got me goin' in circles keep playin' round, they gon' hurt you New voice of the street, no commercial I'ma show em what the work do We gon' get it like LeBron, yeah Got a Rollie on my arm, yeah We don't gotta get along Just don't put my name in a song, yeah I was raised by the real OGs I might hit you with a bomb, yeah Nigga, that's word to my moms, yeah Y'all niggas better keep calm, yeah Strapped up, but I'm tryna get to the wealth I don't wanna war Street shit for the lil' niggas, I'm grown Now I wanna ball Got no respect for the law And that's why I stay with a 4 I'm bout to pour up a 4 And then I'm comin' for it all