11PM IN ATLANTA

[Intro]

Omari M'$ nigga
Last Don nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah


[Verse 1]

These niggas talkin' crazy, lately I been getting paid
I'm on the grind,, I'm chasing cake and dodging hate
This shit a paper chase, and ya'll ain't in the race
So fuck up out my face, ain't tryna catch another case

Just copped another eighth, I'm in another state
We fuck and smoke a blunt, she call that shit a date
I'm drinking Ace of Spades
She drinking lemonade
She thinking that she Bey
I'm thinking that I'm Jay

We leave the room a mess I think we needa get a maid
When I hit her from the back I swear the shit feel like a lake
Illest nigga in my city, sicker than a bitch with aids
Told my Doc I'm seeing ghosts, he said I needa get a Wraith

FUCK IT
My nigga got it, never need to tuck it
Italia on my belt and it match the Gucci bucket
Told ya bitch one rule, if she touch it, gotta suck it
And she knowing I'ma dip as soon, as a nigga bust it


{Hook]

It's 11 in Atlanta and a nigga up to something
Pulling on this wood, while I'm waiting on my cousin
Posted in the cut, staying low, I ain't stunting
Plotting on the world, I'm turning something outta nothing
Man these niggas chasing pussy and my niggas chasing hundreds
Lobster with the shrimp, champagne up in my stomach
I ain't ducking none these niggas, but I'm busy cash running
11 in Atlanta and a nigga up to something


[Verse 2]

If it ain't about a dollar than I cannot pay attention
Probably making bitches holla, I ain't even say a sentence
Ain't do this by myself, I swear to God this is a blessing
Thats why I put him first and everything is coming second

Front row, Im at The Garden, I'm sitting right next to Spikye
My jacket European I'm rocking the latest Nikes
Couple thou up on the Knicks and they doing they shit tonight
Bout to make my money double, nigga welcome to my life

Man these bitches outta sight, and they bringing me all my plays
Reall they could get the pipe, but they getting all in the way
Need them presidents that's white, but blue all in the face
Leave my soul up on the mic and then I go on bout my day

Im in the city on my dolo
Nigga moving solo
Never drinking pink but ya nigga moving slow mo
Seen ya bitch in person she was asking for a photo
Sold a couple thousand I ain't even pay for promo



{Hook]


[Verse 3]

Im in Jersey with my brothers, these niggas I used to get it with
Up and down 95, moving like we immigrants
Travel back and forth, bring my music, we was getting lit
Yonkers probably gambling but understand Im getting chips

My shorty in The A, she probably thinking that Im cheating
Really Im getting bent and blowing money for the weekend
My niggas they was starving now Im making sure they eating
I heard that money talks thats why these niggas never speaking

The scrilla got her creeping and you dying on the inside
She topped me in the Audi cause she love the way the whip drive
Marijuana puffing while Im feeling on her thick thighs
Thuggin in the coupe, cause you know I love to switch rides

Im getting high
You getting by
Had to tell ya sister bye
Said I broke her fucking heart, pray to God a nigga die

Put a ribbon in the sky, Im listening to Stevie
Most them niggas talking down, deep inside they wanna be me


[Hook]