| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah | 
| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah | 
| And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money | 
| Promise, when I get it, can’t nobody take it from me | 
| Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude | 
| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules | 
| On my momma, all I know 'bout is these drugs | 
| When she at work, and I’m right outside with them thugs | 
| Yeah, I got friends, some of 'em blue, some of 'em Bloods | 
| So I’ma pick up on the flag just because | 
| Imagine what it’s like to wake up every day and know you don’t belong | 
| Peer pressure got me ridin', got me on the tag-along | 
| Fuck these hoes and get this money, that’s the only theme song | 
| Even if I don’t agree, I know it’s bool to play along | 
| I can’t go out like no bitch, I’m not no punk, I’m no peon | 
| I’m no gangsta, I’m no dealer, but my niggas put me on | 
| What I really got to lose when I go home and lights ain’t on? | 
| For some money, I’ll finesse you, don’t push me, might crack your dome | 
| (Uh) | 
| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right | 
| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) | 
| That muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said) | 
| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right | 
| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) | 
| And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money | 
| Promise, when I get it, can’t nobody take it from me | 
| Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude | 
| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules | 
| Yeah, double life shawty, I know that I’m wrong | 
| I know I can’t put none of this bullshit in my songs | 
| I repent to God and ask Him, please, to write my wrongs, hol' up | 
| Here go the work hittin' my phone, hittin' my phone, yeah | 
| I don’t wanna live like this | 
| Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this | 
| How did it get like this? | 
| Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit | 
| Wanna run away right now | 
| Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit | 
| Runnin' away from a early death | 
| Knowin' that I can outlive this shit | 
| I don’t wanna live like this | 
| Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this | 
| How did it get like this? | 
| Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit | 
| I wanna run away right now | 
| Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit | 
| Runnin' away from a early death | 
| Knowin' that I can outlive this shit | 
| (Uh) | 
| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right | 
| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) | 
| Like I just muhfuckin' said, that muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said) | 
| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right | 
| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) | 
| And I said, every day I wake up with my mind on this money | 
| Promise, when I get it, can’t nobody take it from me | 
| Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude | 
| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules | 
| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules | 
| Never had no pet, but I got dog… |