Khary Durgans - Atlas (Income Tax)

feat. Lyric

I got everything I need
Fuck everything I wanted
I ain't never been to Saint Tropez or dot, dot, dot
But I'm on it
She said she want that Gary Coleman
'Cause I give her different strokes
I don't really give a fuck, I'm laughing at my own jokes
I could lose it all today but I know I really won't
Cause as long as I got my niggas, I got my niggas
Shout outs to my homies in Rhode Island doing something
Who put their future first but they always stay bluntin'
Who know that I don't smoke so they never try to make me
Shout out to the girls that found on me, have their babies
Shout out to their baby daddies who gonna bump me on a Cady
Maybe someday Imma have a plane or a Jane from a runway
Some say only God can judge me
But if I don't believe tell me who the hell above me

I got my city with me, my foes and my friends
I can't forget my down-ass bitch
Yeah, she's with me till the end
'Cause Imma put my mamma in a cribo
Tell her sit back and relax
I just had the world on its back
So you are to my cities on a map.

I was aiming for her heart
She told me x marks the spot
But when you have a mind full of treasure jewels
Love becomes a tool, you forget
That's why I be a brilliant in the morning
Try to get my feet running
Like I'm you saying bolts in a track, meat's coming
I'm a black cheap, actually, lax sleeve
From a euro factory, athlete
Millions of you frontin' if you niggas ain't that real
Man, I'm probably fake as fuck, I mean if that's the shit you feel
Then I'm probably fake as fuck, I mean you can call me foolish
I'm probably pretty stupid, but we all can't ball
So somebody's rocking cubics, bitch
Don't grind my name, I'm sorry, you gotta be the fake card
If the real thrill is a new Ferrari you need to ?? see-through
A transparent planning, my soul's on the line, pick it up or let it vanish.

I got my city with me, my foes and my friends
I can't forget my down-ass bitch
Yeah, she's with me till the end
Cause Imma put my mamma in a cribo
Tell her sit back and relax
I just had the world on its back
So you are to my cities on a map.

Don't push me cause I'm close to the
I fell off
Sometimes I wonder how my life would be
If I was well off
Maybe super saying four, please don't come,
I tell off
Fuck them Cali loans that we owing
I pay them off one day but right now they can blow me
Right next to these shows that won't pay me for performing
And my part time job where my manager's annoying
Hello, goodbye, wait, where you going?
I never made it rain but I'm trying to say storming
A nigga stay fly like it ain't damn points
So fuck your design nigga, fuck your Jordans
You ain't fashion, bro, we can run it back, bro
You ain't passing us, bro
Bought a great new suit for a half of you, bro
But you wanna sit, you offer too much
Double you up, go pass me a dutch
Tryina' get it wet like ash in a cup
Girl, you nasty or what? Don't pass for the boat
We can keep it on the low like you girls had it done
Life's not great but I could be up in a coffin
So I'mma get my income tax and be balling

I got my city with me, my foes and my friends
I can't forget my down-ass bitch
Yeah, she's with me till the end
‘Cause I'mma put my mamma in a cribo
Tell her sit back and relax
I just had the world on its back
So you are to my cities on a map

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