LUKE C WALKER Lyrics

I stayed myself, I never changed (yeah yeah yeah)
Do whatever get you paid (yeah yeah yeah)
Cuz Crippin but I still f*ck a red(bone)
Got a hundred different plugs in my cell(phone)
It's still 33 for an el(bow)
Imma ride til my dogs sitting in jail(home)
East Atlanta on the crest bending it back(road)
I'm on Candler, I'm on Gresham, I'm on Flat(shoals)
I'm at magic, I'm at Follies letting them stacks(go)
Then it's right back to the trap when them stacks(low)
Trap house never closes we wide open
Kickin flavor with me neighbor, yeah we local
Rep the bottom cause the bottom where we come from
Me no pray for little paper, need a lump sum

Real spill yeah
I would rather be a broke real n*gga than a rich f*ck n*gga
Don't fall in love with her
She just wanna be in V.I.P with the drug dealers
Don't blame me
I won't let you shame me
Had to get it how I got it on my own two feet
Don't blame me
I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
I won't let it change me
I'm the same me
I stayed myself, I never changed (yeah yeah yeah)
Dirty so they treat me like a stain (yeah yeah yeah)
Do whatever get you paid (yeah yeah yeah)
Rollin from the cradle to the grave (yeah yeah yeah)
On my hood on my block (aye)
On my momma, I won't stop (aye)
Play with me, I'll let it pop (aye)
Halo on me Saint Laurent (aye)
Call me when it's cool, cuh
Keep one on me buss a move, cuh
You my Lil baby boo, girl
I love you like my favorite color blue, girl
Real spill yeah
I would rather be a broke real n*gga than a rich f*ck n*gga
Don't fall in love with her
She just wanna be in V.I.P with the drug dealers
Don't blame me
I won't let you shame me
Had to get it how I got it on my own two feet
Don't blame me
I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
I won't let it change me
I'm the same me
I stayed myself, I never changed (yeah yeah yeah)
Dirty so they treat me like a stain (yeah yeah yeah)
Do whatever get you paid (yeah yeah yeah)
Rollin from the cradle to the grave (yeah yeah yeah)
Lyrics Submitted by Nah'Sen Rogers