…Told my auntie, they was coming on a Tuesday
Sunday night, I was on a private flight to Houston
Soon as I got back they followed me from that south
Pulled me over asking questions and he want me to get out
Where ya’ going, where ya’ headed
Here my number give a shout, feds on us now
Grandma sell the cars, and sell the house
What’s up with these n#gg#s who be white flag waving?
n#gg# caught just staring at my dawg, that ain’t gangsta
What’s up with these n#gg#s
Bringing they momma up in the street shit?
Naw it ain’t no peace, b#tch it’s beef b#tch believе
This time I, I love all of my n#gg#s to the gravеyard
Shouting when the feds come and get me
Feds in the city, say they want are #ss now
ATR 4 life it’s too late to turn back now
{?} a letter, say Rod come and holla at us
I don’t know nun ’bout no murders ’cause I was in Cali
I don’t know nun ’bout no bodies ’cause I was in Miami
I won’t know nun ’bout nobody ’cause I was in Atlanta
Don’t know about no bodies, I been Tallahasse cooling
South Daytona chilling, and Atlanta grooving
Slid down his block, wit’ them yops that’s a movie
Wassaname killed wassaname, I’m sorry sir I’m clueless
I am just a rapper this a business, we a movement
I am just a rapper this a business, b#tches stupid
This time I, I love all of my n#gg#s to the graveyard
Shouting when the feds come and get me
Feds in the city, say they want are #ss now
ATR 4 life it’s too late to turn back now
{?} a letter, say Rod come and holla at us
I don’t know nun ’bout no murders ’cause I was in Cali
I don’t know nun ’bout no bodies ’cause I was in Miami
I won’t know nun ’bout nobody ’cause I was in Atlanta
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Rod Wave Lyrics – ATR 4 Life 2