I just been living my life
I just been rolling the dice
Everything come wit a price
Everything come with a price yeah
Baby mama steady stressin me
Talking that shit every time we meet
Was in a coupe now I'm in a jeep
Locked in the booth for Infinity
Lord knows I ain't plan it
White horse on a canvas
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
Making hits with my patterns
Everydays a disaster
I remember I ain't have shit
Now I couldn't get it faster
And I remember I ain't have a ride
Now I'm flying down 55
Just a young nigga chasing that bag
I never wanna see my momma cry
Take my chains off at the grave site
Let me play my own last goodbye
I den been thru hell and back
And I den seen this shit too many times
I den been crossed by my friends
I den damn near lost my life
Hear the pain in my melody
Hear the soul in my sacrifice
I need a bag and I need a stack
Run up a digit I gotta adapt
Heart cold on my letter
And I put my all into this shit under pressure
I never could get it together
Baby mama steady stressin me
Talking that shit every time we meet
Was in a coupe now I'm in a jeep
Locked in the booth for Infinity
Lord knows I ain't plan it
White horse on a canvas
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
I really been tryna stay out the way
I'm never gone act because what you say
I'm risking my freedom like everyday
And what's on my plate I can't let you take it
I been working just so I can elevate
Told my people I'm gone find a better way
Have you ever cried while you in the rain
Spend a little time for a lot of change yeah
Had to make it back cause I made it rain
In the club going up on a Saturday
I remember narcotics was after me
I Remember 9th grade you would laugh at me
Now I'm at the top yeah
Now I'm at the top
This is my spot gave it all I got yeah
Waiting on some light to drop
These are the things that's been stressing me
Making some hits wit my melodies
Put my all in this shit why you question me
I gave you everything you took the best of me
Baby mama steady stressin me
Talking that shit every time we meet
Was in a coupe now I'm in a jeep
Locked in the booth for Infinity
Lord knows I ain't plan it
White horse on a canvas
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
Yung Cymba - Atlanta Lyrics
Yung Cymba - Atlanta Lyrics
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I just been living my life
I just been rolling the dice
Everything come wit a price
Everything come with a price yeah
Baby mama steady stressin me
Talking that shit every time we meet
Was in a coupe now I'm in a jeep
Locked in the booth for Infinity
Lord knows I ain't plan it
White horse on a canvas
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
Making hits with my patterns
Everydays a disaster
I remember I ain't have shit
Now I couldn't get it faster
And I remember I ain't have a ride
Now I'm flying down 55
Just a young nigga chasing that bag
I never wanna see my momma cry
Take my chains off at the grave site
Let me play my own last goodbye
I den been thru hell and back
And I den seen this shit too many times
I den been crossed by my friends
I den damn near lost my life
Hear the pain in my melody
Hear the soul in my sacrifice
I need a bag and I need a stack
Run up a digit I gotta adapt
Heart cold on my letter
And I put my all into this shit under pressure
I never could get it together
Baby mama steady stressin me
Talking that shit every time we meet
Was in a coupe now I'm in a jeep
Locked in the booth for Infinity
Lord knows I ain't plan it
White horse on a canvas
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
I really been tryna stay out the way
I'm never gone act because what you say
I'm risking my freedom like everyday
And what's on my plate I can't let you take it
I been working just so I can elevate
Told my people I'm gone find a better way
Have you ever cried while you in the rain
Spend a little time for a lot of change yeah
Had to make it back cause I made it rain
In the club going up on a Saturday
I remember narcotics was after me
I Remember 9th grade you would laugh at me
Now I'm at the top yeah
Now I'm at the top
This is my spot gave it all I got yeah
Waiting on some light to drop
These are the things that's been stressing me
Making some hits wit my melodies
Put my all in this shit why you question me
I gave you everything you took the best of me
Baby mama steady stressin me
Talking that shit every time we meet
Was in a coupe now I'm in a jeep
Locked in the booth for Infinity
Lord knows I ain't plan it
White horse on a canvas
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
I just been rolling the dice
Everything come wit a price
Everything come with a price yeah
Baby mama steady stressin me
Talking that shit every time we meet
Was in a coupe now I'm in a jeep
Locked in the booth for Infinity
Lord knows I ain't plan it
White horse on a canvas
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
Making hits with my patterns
Everydays a disaster
I remember I ain't have shit
Now I couldn't get it faster
And I remember I ain't have a ride
Now I'm flying down 55
Just a young nigga chasing that bag
I never wanna see my momma cry
Take my chains off at the grave site
Let me play my own last goodbye
I den been thru hell and back
And I den seen this shit too many times
I den been crossed by my friends
I den damn near lost my life
Hear the pain in my melody
Hear the soul in my sacrifice
I need a bag and I need a stack
Run up a digit I gotta adapt
Heart cold on my letter
And I put my all into this shit under pressure
I never could get it together
Baby mama steady stressin me
Talking that shit every time we meet
Was in a coupe now I'm in a jeep
Locked in the booth for Infinity
Lord knows I ain't plan it
White horse on a canvas
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
I really been tryna stay out the way
I'm never gone act because what you say
I'm risking my freedom like everyday
And what's on my plate I can't let you take it
I been working just so I can elevate
Told my people I'm gone find a better way
Have you ever cried while you in the rain
Spend a little time for a lot of change yeah
Had to make it back cause I made it rain
In the club going up on a Saturday
I remember narcotics was after me
I Remember 9th grade you would laugh at me
Now I'm at the top yeah
Now I'm at the top
This is my spot gave it all I got yeah
Waiting on some light to drop
These are the things that's been stressing me
Making some hits wit my melodies
Put my all in this shit why you question me
I gave you everything you took the best of me
Baby mama steady stressin me
Talking that shit every time we meet
Was in a coupe now I'm in a jeep
Locked in the booth for Infinity
Lord knows I ain't plan it
White horse on a canvas
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
Writer: Amari White-moyo
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