7am in ATL - Peezy

Young rich nigga, in the club throwing up the set

Lost family and friends on the road to success

Need a rich bitch, where some hoes with a check

Looking like a leprechaun all this gold on my neck

I’m a dog, you a snake, I’m a boss, you a disgrace

Stay the fuck up out my way cause we ain’t in the same race

Bad bitch with some taste, can’t get her out my face

She wanna fuck me everyday, she know I’m dealing with some cake

Ten on me now while I’m working on this case

I’m working with some dealers, you be working with the state

See you mad at the world, all the fuck you do is hate

Broke niggas telling jokes, all the fuck you do is play

Fall off in the club with some lions and some apes

Pockets filled up with dubs, all day been making plays

They say all a nigga rap about is money and drugs

Fucking hoes, buying cars, throwing money in clubs

Niggas scared to get a bag, you’ll run from the plug

Sipping out a double cup, bitch I came out the mud

Clothes smell like crack, hoes say I’m a thug

Real gutter shit for real, wouldn’t change if I could

When it comes to that bag I do back flips

You ain’t really who you say you is, you a catfish

I could make a bird disappear, that’s a hat trick

I done fell off a hundred times and got back rich, I stack chips

I could point you in the right direction for some work

Get some money, cause these hoes don’t respect you if you broke

Quarter brick of soft, had to stretch it on the stove

Louis jacket looking like I’m playing checkers on my coat

I’m a young fly nigga, I talk big shit

You ain’t on what I’m on, keep your distance

Hating on me to the hoes, get your bitch hit

Used to give me hard times, now she got me on her wish list

Boss in the, you just talking to death

All I do is get it here and let my dog do the rest

Nigga say he wanna rob me, all this frost on my neck

Where was y’all when I was riding in the Audi with Nef

Where was y’all when me and Ray was on Tacoma with Reek

I ain’t see you on the road when I was down in the V

I was down on my knuckles, bitch I’m back on my feet

You ain’t been where I been, you just rap like you me

Ain’t no love, heart cold as December

Ain’t gotta leave the city, I get mines out the blender

Bunch of dirty ass small fries, y’all pretenders

Get a steak dinner, leave alone them chicken tenders

Been knew I was destined to be great from the beginning

Got away with murder on the stove in them trenches

Grew up seeing fiends shooting dog out syringes

Made it out the hood, now all the niggas see is 'Raris and Bentleys

Had to be a dog, you wouldn’t make it where I’m from

You can’t even have shit, they goin' take it if you soft

Looking for some money, I’ll take you if you lost

Take some food off our plate, we goin' take you niggas off

I ain’t gotta sign, I’m a legend in the streets

You be paying hoes to stay, I’ll pay a bitch to leave

Fuck the rap game, bitch I made it in the streets

Still good in every hood, can’t no young niggas compete, bitch