Atlas (Income Tax)

[Verse 1: Khary]
I got everything I need
Fuck everything I wanted
I ain't ever been to Saint-Tropez, or dot dot dot
But I'm on it (Yeah), yeah
She said she want that Gary Coleman, 'cause I give her Diff'rnt 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... well, I got my niggas
Shoutouts to my homies in Rhode Island doing somethin'
Who put they future first, but they always stay blunted
Who know that I don't smoke, so they never try to make me
Shoutout to the girls that fronted on me now that's having babies
Shoutout to they baby daddies who gon' bump me in a caddy
Maybe some day, I'ma have a plane, or a dame from a runway
Some say only God can judge me
But if I don't believe, tell me (What?), who the hell above me?

[Chorus 1: Khary]
I got my city with me (With)
My foes and my friends (My hoes and my friends)
I can't forget my down-ass bitch (Down-ass bitch)
Yeah, she's with me to the end (To the end)
'Cause I'ma put my momma' in a crib, oh (Crib, oh)
Tell her, "Sit back and relax" (And relax)
Atlas had the world on his back
So do I, till my city's on the map (Map), ayo'

[Verse 2: Khary]
I was aiming for her heart (I was aiming for her heart)
She told me, "X marks the spot"
But when you have a mind full of treasure jewels (Yeah)
Love becomes a tool you forgot, yeah
That's why I be up early in the morning, tryna get my feet runnin'
Like I'm Usain Bolt and a track meet's coming
I'm a black sheep, actually lack sleep from it
You're a fat tree, athlete, millions of you frontin'
If these niggas say they real, then I'm probably fake as fuck
I mean, if that's that shit you feel, then I'm probably fake as fuck, I mean-
You can call me foolish (What?), I'm probably pretty stupid (Yeah)
But we all can't boss when somebody's rocking cubics, bitch!
Don't rhyme my name with 'sorry', gotta be the fake Khary
If the only real thrill is the new Ferrari
It's apparent that you're see-through, a transparent planet ([?])
My soul's on the line (Yeah), pick it up or let is vanish (Yeah)

[Chorus 1: Khary]
I got my city with me (With)
My foes and my friends (My hoes and my friends)
I can't forget my down-ass bitch (Down-ass bitch)
Yeah, she's with me to the end (To the end)
'Cause I'ma put my momma' in a crib, oh (Crib, oh)
Tell her, "Sit back and relax" (And relax)
Atlas had the world on his back
So do I, till my city's on the map (Map), ayo'

[Verse 3: Khary]
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 Saiyan four, please don't cut my tail off, uh
Fuck them college loans that we owin' (Owin')
I'll pay 'em off one day, but right now they can blow me (Blow me)
Right next to these shows that won't pay me for performing (Perorming)
And my part time job, where my manager's annoying (Annoying), yeah
"Hello", "Goodbye, wait- where're you going?" I never made it rain while my brain stay storming (What?)
A nigga stay fly like it ain't that important (Yeah), so fuck your design, nigga, fuck your Jordans (Fuck your Jordans)
You ain't fashion, bro, we can run it back, bro, you ain't passin' us, bro (Bro)
Bro, great, you super halfin' it, bro, but you want a sip? You ask for too much
Double or what? (What?) Don't pass me a dutch (Uh), tryna get her wet like ash in a cup ([?])
Girl, you nasty or what? Then patch for the boat, we can keep it on low like it [?]
Li-life's not great, but I could be up in a coffin
So, I'ma get my income tax and be ballin'!

[Chorus 2: Khary]
I got my city with me (With)
My foes and my friends (My hoes and my friends)
I can't forget my down-ass bitch (Down-ass bitch)
Yeah, she's with me to the end (To the end)
'Cause I'ma put my momma' in a crib, oh (Crib, oh)
Tell her, "Sit back and relax" (And relax)
Atlas had the world on his back
So do I, till my city's on the map (Map), ayo'

[Outro: Lea Anderson]
I got my city with me
My foes and my friends
I can't forget my- can't forget my, oh-oh
Yeah, she's with me till the end
'Cause I'ma put my mama in a crib, oh
Tell her, "Sit back and relax"
Atlas had this world on his back
So do I, till my city's on the map
Ayo'