Alotta people man they come
They from the hood but they say
They from Atlanta
No you're not from Atlanta
You from the D-U-B
Yeah
Ridin round in that Honda
Me and all of my patnas
Athletes with no rap sheets tryin to stay up outta that drama
Mane them old days was the greatest. Young kings in the making
It's like we came from A spaceship bruh
That's that 2 double 0 8 shit
Man the summertimes was the best time
In that trailer park on the west side
Cousins stayed on telfair
But Scottsville was the best side
Wait
Those were the best times
Sit as I sip and reflect I
Remember the times when we sat around and talked about being the best out
Writing letters to bitches in class I never would listen
But pass somehow cuz my niggas would help me out when I didn't
Pay attention to teachers
Was kissing girls in the bleachers
I was driving that Honda
While they was smokin that reefer
We stayed on point like a needle...
In that Jeep we was creepin
Me and my shawty was freakin
At Beaufort house on the weekend
Posted right by my locker they thought I was selling reefer
Packs goin for the low 2 for 5 it don't get no cheaper
Yeah yeah ha
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Elevated my baby sipping on potion
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Just relaxing we coolin and chillin mostly
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted yeah
Take a J to the face
You know I be roasted
Celebrate with my niggas let's make a toast
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Aye, We just Mackin
We just hangin
Paper stackin
Nothin major
Thumb through that back end
I go crazy
She give me that back end
So amazing
We just Mackin
We just hangin
Paper stackin
Nothin major
I Thumb through that back end
I go crazy
She give me that back end
Its so amazing
Yeah yeah ha
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Elevated my baby sipping on potion
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Just relaxing we coolin and chillin mostly
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted yeah
Take a J to the face
You know I be roasted
Celebrate with my niggas let's make a toast
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Yeah yeah yeah
Know I be posted yeah yeah yeah
Sippin on potion yeah yeah yeah
Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Just chillin...
Just Tryin to grow old man
Stay on ya grind, stay down
Stay in ya own lane
Stay out the way
You'll get somewhere far and fast
Like that
Mmmhmmm
I promise you never wanna be
The old nigga tryin to holla at
Every cashier that's cute at the
Friendly Gus tryin to buy some
Pussy. Wherever she go
You there when she open the store
And when she close the store
Buying some pussy. Finessin'
Like you just want some tater logs
Man get yo old ass on and
Get ya life together before you pass
You only get one life... ya know?
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Alotta people man they come
They from the hood but they say
They from Atlanta
No you're not from Atlanta
You from the D-U-B
Yeah
Ridin round in that Honda
Me and all of my patnas
Athletes with no rap sheets tryin to stay up outta that drama
Mane them old days was the greatest. Young kings in the making
It's like we came from A spaceship bruh
That's that 2 double 0 8 shit
Man the summertimes was the best time
In that trailer park on the west side
Cousins stayed on telfair
But Scottsville was the best side
Wait
Those were the best times
Sit as I sip and reflect I
Remember the times when we sat around and talked about being the best out
Writing letters to bitches in class I never would listen
But pass somehow cuz my niggas would help me out when I didn't
Pay attention to teachers
Was kissing girls in the bleachers
I was driving that Honda
While they was smokin that reefer
We stayed on point like a needle...
In that Jeep we was creepin
Me and my shawty was freakin
At Beaufort house on the weekend
Posted right by my locker they thought I was selling reefer
Packs goin for the low 2 for 5 it don't get no cheaper
Yeah yeah ha
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Elevated my baby sipping on potion
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Just relaxing we coolin and chillin mostly
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted yeah
Take a J to the face
You know I be roasted
Celebrate with my niggas let's make a toast
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Aye, We just Mackin
We just hangin
Paper stackin
Nothin major
Thumb through that back end
I go crazy
She give me that back end
So amazing
We just Mackin
We just hangin
Paper stackin
Nothin major
I Thumb through that back end
I go crazy
She give me that back end
Its so amazing
Yeah yeah ha
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Elevated my baby sipping on potion
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Just relaxing we coolin and chillin mostly
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted yeah
Take a J to the face
You know I be roasted
Celebrate with my niggas let's make a toast
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Yeah yeah yeah
Know I be posted yeah yeah yeah
Sippin on potion yeah yeah yeah
Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Just chillin...
Just Tryin to grow old man
Stay on ya grind, stay down
Stay in ya own lane
Stay out the way
You'll get somewhere far and fast
Like that
Mmmhmmm
I promise you never wanna be
The old nigga tryin to holla at
Every cashier that's cute at the
Friendly Gus tryin to buy some
Pussy. Wherever she go
You there when she open the store
And when she close the store
Buying some pussy. Finessin'
Like you just want some tater logs
Man get yo old ass on and
Get ya life together before you pass
You only get one life... ya know?
They from the hood but they say
They from Atlanta
No you're not from Atlanta
You from the D-U-B
Yeah
Ridin round in that Honda
Me and all of my patnas
Athletes with no rap sheets tryin to stay up outta that drama
Mane them old days was the greatest. Young kings in the making
It's like we came from A spaceship bruh
That's that 2 double 0 8 shit
Man the summertimes was the best time
In that trailer park on the west side
Cousins stayed on telfair
But Scottsville was the best side
Wait
Those were the best times
Sit as I sip and reflect I
Remember the times when we sat around and talked about being the best out
Writing letters to bitches in class I never would listen
But pass somehow cuz my niggas would help me out when I didn't
Pay attention to teachers
Was kissing girls in the bleachers
I was driving that Honda
While they was smokin that reefer
We stayed on point like a needle...
In that Jeep we was creepin
Me and my shawty was freakin
At Beaufort house on the weekend
Posted right by my locker they thought I was selling reefer
Packs goin for the low 2 for 5 it don't get no cheaper
Yeah yeah ha
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Elevated my baby sipping on potion
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Just relaxing we coolin and chillin mostly
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted yeah
Take a J to the face
You know I be roasted
Celebrate with my niggas let's make a toast
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Aye, We just Mackin
We just hangin
Paper stackin
Nothin major
Thumb through that back end
I go crazy
She give me that back end
So amazing
We just Mackin
We just hangin
Paper stackin
Nothin major
I Thumb through that back end
I go crazy
She give me that back end
Its so amazing
Yeah yeah ha
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Elevated my baby sipping on potion
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Just relaxing we coolin and chillin mostly
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted yeah
Take a J to the face
You know I be roasted
Celebrate with my niggas let's make a toast
Coolin Out with my Brodie's
Know I be posted
Yeah yeah yeah
Know I be posted yeah yeah yeah
Sippin on potion yeah yeah yeah
Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Just chillin...
Just Tryin to grow old man
Stay on ya grind, stay down
Stay in ya own lane
Stay out the way
You'll get somewhere far and fast
Like that
Mmmhmmm
I promise you never wanna be
The old nigga tryin to holla at
Every cashier that's cute at the
Friendly Gus tryin to buy some
Pussy. Wherever she go
You there when she open the store
And when she close the store
Buying some pussy. Finessin'
Like you just want some tater logs
Man get yo old ass on and
Get ya life together before you pass
You only get one life... ya know?
Writer: Johnny Howard Jr.
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