on the come up

Walk down fifth with bottle in my hand wishing I had the money pay bills on time instead I chose a life of crime in my prime should took my instead shooting up the blocks and make hell for cops now just bum trying make out on child support broke as fuck I ain’t got nothing left but pride and lyrics in this day age where one song can make a million but never I come from down south Atlanta Georgia where the real homie at that all ways watch yo back no matter if fat,crazy or just all out of wack they stand by like family cause that all we had but trust I never forget my homier down south they show me way of the rap game know I finna go make proud and get this fame for every nigga crony the south thanks for having my back through hell and back I all represent y’all and all that we is cause family till the very end