text: Greetings, earthlings
  From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowing
  Spitting his game
  Coming up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed
  Cooler than most players claim to be
  A nigga thats from the A-Town see
  The home of the Bankhead Bounce
  Campbellton Road and other city streets
  Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction
  Speaking of pulling yo girl looking at Jheri curls you bitches
  Everytime I rhyme for yall, Im looking to prove a point
  Kicking a freestyle every now and then
  But mostly off the joint
  See I smoke good cause see it go good wit them flows, bwoi
  The nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why
  But me and my folks, cause yall niggas jokes like the Joker
  Im sick of these wack ass rappers like Im tired of hoes in chokers
  Who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion
  This side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing
  But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
  Asking where we come from? South Coast slums
  Its just two dope boys in a cadillac
  Its just two dope boys in a cadillac
  This ol sucka MC stepped up to me
  Challenged André to a battle and I stood there patiently
  As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestyling
  Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you wilding
  I say, Look, boy, I aint for that fuck shit—so fuck this
  Let me explain only child style so you dont dis
  I grew up to myself not round no park bench
  Just a nigga busting flows off in apartments
  Now who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion
  This side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing
  But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
  Asking where we come from? South Coast slums
  Its just two dope boys in a cadillac
  Its just two dope boys in a cadillac
  It goes Broughams to the Fleetwoods, Coupes to De Villes
  Hitting Girbauds and off these flows we having the playa chill
  In this atmosphere this aint no practice here
  We cutting the fool now
  Im doing ya at the house and throwing you out because Im through now
  Dont you love the way we claiming Bankhead, stankhead
  Looking around the SWATS for the herb thats never tainted
  Fainted when you heard the burban serving on the block
  And all you biting individuals need to check yourselfs and stop
  Yeah, tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes they get evicted
  Im dealing wit Queens in my castle—aint worth it to risk it
  Now tricks be looking at me like Im they way up out the projects
  Cant put you on my payroll, and no I aint got no Rolex
  Or no diamond; at the exit with a sign saying Well rap for food
  My face is bawled up cause I aint in a happy mood
  While my partner got the squeegee and the Windex
  Cause somewhere in my life I done went wrong just like a syntax error
  Bring the terror to your dome like PE
  Prone to finish this out cause this be a freestyle
  Now who them boys that be having the crunk every occasion?
  This side niggas dustin, that side niggas lacin
  But in the middle we stay calm
  We just drop–