[Verse 1: Ralo]
I came from the pots and whipping baking soda
I made it over them spots niggas don’t make it over
Why when you make it out the hood they say you can’t come back
I’m glad the niggas from my hood know I ain’t going for that
Think that we fucked up the city, how could they ever forget it
I do a lot of bad things, I hope the lord forgive me
I fucked all of these niggas bitches
And when I get that pack I put all of the [?] in it
I can’t [?] whip but I’m real good at flipping
We hit the strip club, look who doing the biggest tipping
We living, we live it up, we don’t give it up
We done fucked up a million bucks
Can’t get enough
If I’m what you looking for I’m in the back
[Chorus: Ralo]
We these bitches’ dream coming true, dream team yeah
We with Mr. Clean, we be cleaning everything up
Niggas better speed up, I better speed up
I’m ten steps ahead, my partner ‘dem behind me
They say I’m living fast but it seem like perfect timing
I better speed, I think I better speed up
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Out here dodging cases, finally on probation
I used to dream of millions, now I’m finally made it
That dope boy calculation took me past my hater
My nigga Ralo serve more food than a fucking waiter
A thousand pounds of swag a week, I used to flood Decatur
Black and Migo name hotter than a radiator
300 thousand spent on ice, I got plenty paper
Yeah this rap shit saved my life, the streets tried to take me
Chasin’ dreams like I’m Meek Mill
But all my dreams came real
Niggas hate the way street live
But bitch I’m what the streets feel
Young Scooter!
I came from the pots and whipping baking soda
I made it over them spots niggas don’t make it over
Why when you make it out the hood they say you can’t come back
I’m glad the niggas from my hood know I ain’t going for that
Think that we fucked up the city, how could they ever forget it
I do a lot of bad things, I hope the lord forgive me
I fucked all of these niggas bitches
And when I get that pack I put all of the [?] in it
I can’t [?] whip but I’m real good at flipping
We hit the strip club, look who doing the biggest tipping
We living, we live it up, we don’t give it up
We done fucked up a million bucks
Can’t get enough
If I’m what you looking for I’m in the back
[Chorus: Ralo]
We these bitches’ dream coming true, dream team yeah
We with Mr. Clean, we be cleaning everything up
Niggas better speed up, I better speed up
I’m ten steps ahead, my partner ‘dem behind me
They say I’m living fast but it seem like perfect timing
I better speed, I think I better speed up
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Out here dodging cases, finally on probation
I used to dream of millions, now I’m finally made it
That dope boy calculation took me past my hater
My nigga Ralo serve more food than a fucking waiter
A thousand pounds of swag a week, I used to flood Decatur
Black and Migo name hotter than a radiator
300 thousand spent on ice, I got plenty paper
Yeah this rap shit saved my life, the streets tried to take me
Chasin’ dreams like I’m Meek Mill
But all my dreams came real
Niggas hate the way street live
But bitch I’m what the streets feel
Young Scooter!
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