on errythang i love i kept it solid

on errythang i love i kept it solid

ain duck nun i stood on it

ain duck nun i stood on it

on errythang i love i kept it solid

on errythang i love i kept it solid

youngin wit a scarred past

food stamps stickin out my dawg bag

front porch smell like fried crab

mama say the devil work when the law lag

atlanta ain neva raise no clone

talkin real soul not a ringtone

used to hit west end for that five-piece

catch a eye speak slick then slide sweet

man i been me nun switched up

same folk from the sto posted sipped up

chu ain had crawfish at ya auntie spot

chu prolly neva felt no real love off top

granny had the house wit the loud carpet

plastic couch lil fan no charger

now i got weight on my shoulderblades

still hold grace when the paper fade

sho aint neva been no yes man

i done said nah to they press plan

i done seen folk fold when it got cold

i done felt heat even when it snowed

shawty said lemme hold ya pride for a sec

told her that gon take more than a check

this here built off scrapes n bruises

front yard fights n family movin

nah we ain choose this life we thuggin

but i ain cry bout nun i dug in

even when my kin talk sideways

i still bring bread both Fridays

long as the sun hit west side turf

long as my folk still know they worth

long as my name still get that nod

i ain gone fake i stand on God

on errythang i love i kept it solid

on errythang i love i kept it solid

ain duck nun i stood on it

ain duck nun i stood on it

on errythang i love i kept it solid

on errythang i love i kept it solid

see i move diff now ain bout flexin

my sauce don spill i bless it

my folks still ride wit no question

mama still hummin in the kitchen thats pressure

ion post up much i just glide

sho ain finna explain my side

if chu kno chu kno if not keep rollin

this lane for them ones who ain fold in

naw i don beef no dude on net

i seen folks lose they face for less

seen homies switch then cry to the pastor

seen real ones ride wit no caption

we ain talk nun we just did it

we ain chase nun we just livin

they gone talk bout where you ain been

till chu pull up clean in ya cousin Benz

got folks still servin out granddaddy house

still tryna make sense out the drought

still got trust issues from a auntie lie

still look fly even when im tired

you can’t fake pain when chu born in it

can’t fake swag when chu grown in it

atl slang like a birthright

spoke game way fore i had a first mic

long as my kin eat well round me

long as they ride im gon stay G

long as that porch still smell like grease

i ain gon bend i keep my piece

on errythang i love i kept it solid

on errythang i love i kept it solid

ain duck nun i stood on it

ain duck nun i stood on it

on errythang i love i kept it solid

on errythang i love i kept it solid

authentic from curb to the code

no tales no roles just real mode

mane we built this wit a southern soul

ain no switch up when the heart this bold