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Atlantic

Haviah Mighty
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Haviah Mighty


Money cost more than most things
Ain’t too far from rope strings
Explosives, gold rings, dope fiends
Can’t keep track of my proceeds
Money’s no more than commas
Keeping us all on collars
Why some boi turn robbers
Probably why mans want problems
Money cost more than most things
Ain’t too far from rope strings
Explosives, gold rings, dope fiends
Can’t keep track of my proceeds
Money’s no more than dollars
No black lovable scholars
All of our girls need mamas
All of our boys need fathers

I’m feeling like a private eye and shit
Trying to find a better diet, rich in all the iron, vitamins and finer things
I been blind but nigga, I’m assigned to where the driver sits
Disarm me way before the crisis hits
How I’m gon’ make my own survival kit?
Don’t wanna think about what lies amid?
‘Cause they got trouble making rent
And they gon’ struggle with they tenant
And they gon’ run to taking bets, they lost and they’d be better off just sailing west, nah
But the soil stained flaming red
And grass cover it, buildings cover it
Got these mansions out in US cities
Probably mans under it, niggas under it
Feel me, fuck it, this a war zone
Coated with law and order
Silencing war is a taller order
Travel the path with a water border
Know that the bath been the water courses
Trained from the past, we was not important
And we ain’t eat average, we grovel porridge
Now we know that that cash is chaotic orbit, and we
Never seen Atlanta but we travelled the Atlantic, all my ancestors vanished, all aboard this here titanic, I just hope they didn’t panic
(Where did I come from)
I just know they didn’t panic
(Where do we come from)
I just know they didn’t

Money cost more than most things
Ain’t too far from rope strings
Explosives, gold rings, dope fiends
Can’t keep track of my proceeds
Money’s no more than commas
Keeping us all on collars
Why some boi turn robbers
Probably why mans want problems
Money cost more than most things
Ain’t too far from rope strings
Explosives, gold rings, dope fiends
Can’t keep track of my proceeds
Money’s no more than dollars
No black lovable scholars
All of our girls need mamas
All of our boys need fathers

Never seen Atlanta but we travelled the Atlantic, all my ancestors vanished, all aboard titanic, I just hope they didn’t
(Where did I come from)
I just know they didn’t panic
(Where do we come from)
I just know they didn’t



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