Diabloe - 2AM in Atlanta Lyrics

My bro lost his life it was to gun violence
We went from selling crack now it's the gun powder
My young niggas want the digits don't bring the thug out em
I just went private on my main bitch
Overnight grind but this the main shift
Money talk youn speak my language
I'm with a couple vibes she just a good time
Ima grown man I make own decisions
I ain't got no feelings I'm still healing
You don't got no business in my business
Tryna live righteous the devil tempting me
I be hanging round where da sinners be
3 nights in the yo I made a trilogy
3 hoes in da room the rest is history
Youn gotta be Richey to kill yo imagery
Construction work luh bra he got the wood on him
Throwing curves at u catch a cub hat
Shoot the desert eagle it can clear a bird nest
F*ck a breakfast food them niggas getting syrup in
Walk in dis bitch fresh as hell I don't need detergent
Nobody's born a boss that type a shit u earn dat
Nigga got his brain f*cking spilled like where da lid at
Put up 30 every night might catch me in yo city
Super independent so don't ask me where no deal at
She really in to me but u don't wanna hurt her feelings
Niggas see you winning they gone turn to envy
I ain't got no limit I might snatch me a infinity(Q50)
Rollie after Rollie ima presidential candidate
Take the top off the roof John f Kennedy