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I'm beating a nigga ass (Oh) Don't worry 'bout a nigga (Ooh) Don't worry 'bout me, no I'm still in these streets, yeah Put you down in them sheets, yeah Atlanta dreams, yeah Got my first iced out ring That [?] glass just like [?] Haters on me and them Ben Franklins again We on a island, peaceful and mild Freaks only, you should try it [?] In the fast lane and I'm driving Private jet 'cause I'm private Pressure, I apply it Our lifestyle exotic From Letras Mania