[Verse 1]

In Atlanta
Say you shy, say you scared of cameras
You’ve been stripping payin’ all ya classes
You was never scared of all that dancing
And I know
You a problem
Fuckin’ round witchu is getting messy
You were always searching for an answer
You were always searching for an answer
And I know

Think you grown now
Being naked gotchu a big head on you
Do you still remember what I see in you?
Getting hard to tell what I see girl
And you know
You a rider?
This is what you call a fucking rider?
Baby we some mothafuckin gangstas
Hold it down, keep all my secrets
That you know

[Verse 2]

Was you really really ever there for me?
We are not the same
Always on the same shit
Can you ever change?
Loving all the gang shit
And I had other plans
In and out of jail together
I ain’t no one slave
Said you love the street shit
And I belong with fame
Out here getting dangerous
A n***a gotta ‘scape
Watch a n***a raise up and make a fucking way
N***as say they friends
All these n***as switchin face

N***as switchin sides on me
Say they down and loyal
Speak on your demise baby
Wish a n***a fall
Bring my jersey out baby, yeah I came to ball
Motherfuck ‘em all baby, motherfuck em all
Lord I gotta soar, yeah I know I gotta soar
Always sending angels down, just to help me up
I would give my life for yours, would you give me yours?
I would give my life for yours, would you give me yours ?
Living by the code, why these n***as hoes?
House up by the coast
Like a slum lord
I’ve been living low
Shake them demons off
Prince of pop, Michael Jackson Michael Jackson flow
I’m the only only one, only only one
When they fucking come
Got a gang of guns
Never never land
Till I fucking die
Never never land
Till we fucking fly
Lord, Lord