I’m comin down with the key to Decator
east Atlanta slash writer
heavy grinda for paper
city slicker heavy weight in the game
froze wish they ear lobes
heavy weight in my chain
hittin the game
where you niggas be slackin
got the dro for the lo
that’s what my niggas be sackin
my shell toes
peddle chevys and boles
white leathers on the cutlass
with mahogany flos
I’m riding through oakhurst
coated like starburst
candy paint glisten
lookin greasy like bratwurst
the dude on my jersey
is greatly deceased
you rested in peace
for snitchin to decator police

when you see me in the 6 tre drop
and i tell you that the price of the worth just dropped
i let the thing go pop
i caught buddy round there snitchin off to the cops
and the game don’t stop
you tried to see my dough
you better see this 4
get it
I’m 31 and my rappin is done
I gotta million dollar company to run