Welcome to the Atlanta Renaissance Ha, ha, ha, ha DJ Ghost, DLSS Oh *** This nigga Kofa is hot No, this nigga is blazing I bet my soul on this nigga Kofa Ain't nothing teamed up with pressure I think these niggas finna turn the heat up a few more notches Either way, niggas better seize the day Matter of fact, it's too late I'm back on it, every beat could crack on it That mean I snap on it Tell them lil' niggas they ain't fuckin' with me All them niggas learn quick, fuckin' with em I'ma serve flows for the 19-5 look Motivationary punch, my lil' nigga Man, I'm sick of niggas talkin' bomb, ain't this Flyin' red bombs just like a bitch While I'm tryna get rich, cut the flute *** on a smooth tip Yeah, I do this nigga, put that music in ear like a Q-tip Hit a juke quick, thank God I never had to move bricks Before I started droppin' music, I'm still movin' on some cool *** Yeah, I know that I got it, get it poppin' I'm fresh like Dabba Dung Gotti Call Longway while I'm runnin' through the lobby Tell a nigga to his face, he ain't even gotta find me Pussy, niggas can't do nothin' to me Came in the game, not a rookie I don't weigh no class While the suck-ass niggas play hooky This is that real *** This is that, this is that real *** This is not drill *** This is not, this is not drill *** Like, niggas know that I got it I got the 40, yeah, the hottie No bacon soda, but my wrist is poppin' No need to look, you know where to find me This is that, this is that real *** This is not drill *** Bet them pussy niggas feel damn like O-R, bill you Time that, by the crew Don't gotta ask, you know how we do We them niggas, they the next Heat rises too, been a while since the first Yeah, a whole lot changed, nigga Flow done grown, zoned in on the work I refuse to be the same nigga Pay attention to the facts, talk a little less Just to watch how you act, spend a little more But I get it right back, make you trip by the text On the sack, uh, compared to what I'm worth Between the second and the first Me and Spoof got dibs on high-class Chris But sure we had to get everything here right first Now we talk that ***, cause we earned that bitch Take trips to the west, come back to the fest Securing these checks, I'm applying pressure Pressure, pressure, nigga Ain't another that's like me Some skis on my neck, got a nigga real icy, uh Keep on rollin' like Spike Lee, uh Me, I get my eyes, I'm in need of some Visine Who ain't drinkin', I'm slizzin' My bitch is a snack, I'ma have her for dinner These niggas ain't missin', and if I do, I got a couple of hitters Uh, that's gon' add out Put them back under that pressure, don't ask what my name about Stop showin' your poker face With these kings and these queens, and we packed out a full house Your hoes look like Joker's jacket With a full deck, you couldn't even pull no weights out I was set, since the deal, nigga I never had to pull no spades out, pressure, pressure Big pressure, no need to measure, I got the key Since we shootin' like Spike Lee Keep a couple goons like Gucci, no icy Yo, hip-hop, none of them don't wanna fight me If I'm seein' that nigga on site, B He was drippin' in red, look like high C Got the face-to-face time, call that Skype and Olympian *