[Intro]
Skrrr-r-r-r!
It's Breadrick Douglas, muh'fucka!
Comin' live, straight from motherfuckin' east Atlanta
Lettin' you motherfuckers know!
You know what I'm sayin'? I kick that real shit, I'm the illest
Dump Gawd, nigga, Dump Gawd (zazaza-ta-ta!) I'm the illest, me!
Check it, uh
[Verse]
I need a professional driver
A armed chauffeur in the midst of the saga
Neiman Marcus, deals on the Prada
High-end fashion shoppin', ten grand in my pocket
I'm close to the rocket, that's the power
With dead soils grow flowers
We came from the bottomless pit
Dump Legend tapes makin' me rich
Gucci silk, snake imprint, red bottoms on the cement
Draped in gold like it's Egypt
No grief shown to the enemies when they die and bleed
'Cause when the tides turned, there was no mercy for me
I'm in Macy's, escapees scared to face me
Lace me in high-quality leather
Gold rim kicks, dope boy fresh when I step on the strip
Give my gun a new clip for a gift
Make you work the graveyard shift when I lift
Keep a Mossberg pump with the pistol grip
Niggas gon' rip, I can't stand clowns
MCs walk with they head down, don't get scared now
Poke holes in you
Never learn your lesson 'til the four-four hit you
I'm like Adnan, the richest man
Takin' over land, smack the microphone out your hand
Whack your head for them bands, them other niggas ran
Heat you up like a tan
You like Stan, annoying as fuck, talkin' too much
With caution you must walk the streets or get turned into dust
They smell your dead body reekin', stinkin'
Foul, in a pool of blood, leakin'
Skrrr-r-r-r!
It's Breadrick Douglas, muh'fucka!
Comin' live, straight from motherfuckin' east Atlanta
Lettin' you motherfuckers know!
You know what I'm sayin'? I kick that real shit, I'm the illest
Dump Gawd, nigga, Dump Gawd (zazaza-ta-ta!) I'm the illest, me!
Check it, uh
[Verse]
I need a professional driver
A armed chauffeur in the midst of the saga
Neiman Marcus, deals on the Prada
High-end fashion shoppin', ten grand in my pocket
I'm close to the rocket, that's the power
With dead soils grow flowers
We came from the bottomless pit
Dump Legend tapes makin' me rich
Gucci silk, snake imprint, red bottoms on the cement
Draped in gold like it's Egypt
No grief shown to the enemies when they die and bleed
'Cause when the tides turned, there was no mercy for me
I'm in Macy's, escapees scared to face me
Lace me in high-quality leather
Gold rim kicks, dope boy fresh when I step on the strip
Give my gun a new clip for a gift
Make you work the graveyard shift when I lift
Keep a Mossberg pump with the pistol grip
Niggas gon' rip, I can't stand clowns
MCs walk with they head down, don't get scared now
Poke holes in you
Never learn your lesson 'til the four-four hit you
I'm like Adnan, the richest man
Takin' over land, smack the microphone out your hand
Whack your head for them bands, them other niggas ran
Heat you up like a tan
You like Stan, annoying as fuck, talkin' too much
With caution you must walk the streets or get turned into dust
They smell your dead body reekin', stinkin'
Foul, in a pool of blood, leakin'
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