Atom - Iraq Lyrics

One time for the bitches back home
Want the throne back up in the game back up in the zone
Now I’m zoning, warrior, Conan
Iced out, frozen, spotlight, showman
I been spending all this time tryna make a hit
But if my shit flops am I gonna take a hint
Want the spotlight
It’s my time right
Cause I can’t win the game standing on the sidelines
Stepping back, now we finna blow
It’s my time, imma take a hit then I’m finna go
All about the check all about the dough
Step up in
Back up in it back up in it
Need a rack I’m tryna spend it
I been out this for a minute
Now I’m dropping so they feel it
Feel it all up in your bones
Feel it all up in the speakers
Now I’m after what I’m owed
Major keys feel like Alicia
Cause now I’ve grown
I’m an artist on my own
I was playing round the first time now I’m really in my zone
Don’t hit my phone
I’m just reaping what I’ve sewn
I was playing round the first time now I want the fucking throne
Cause I dropped first time in 2017
Wasn’t ready I was my own biggest enemy
Now my old songs feel just like regret to me
But I’m like Uzi now cause all my friends are dead to me
I want hundreds count these hundreds till I’m mad rich
Off a perky only want a fucking bad bitch
They drive me crazy don’t know if I’ve got the bandwidth
My right hand busy cause that’s what I count these bands with
Boutta put a fucking band on your head that’s a rack now
Yeah we got the cash now
And we keep on shooting like we out in Iraq we got the straps now
Tryna find a title then we finna do the dash out aye
Dope boys coke boys yeah we kicking it
Ball like I’m Jordan and Rodman I’m on my Pippen shit
We got the robbers and shotters you know we hitting licks
I been putting work like playing ball up in the gym
And I been in the lab
Working on my craft
You know I’m locked in album mode I’m only making slaps
Secure the bag and then we finna go and do the dash
My shit might sound the same cause all I care about is cash
All I care about is hundreds yeah these bitches funny
They only after clout they only want you for the money
Had to find my sound I stopped the game I had to study
Hope I pop it off I need to get a little lucky
Popping, dropping, I had to stop a minute
Pop tabs pop ads I don’t know my limits
Putting on a clinic, this shit only business,
I’m tryna run the rap game and you know I’m winning
Boutta put a fucking band on your head that’s a rack now
Yeah we got the cash now
And we keep on shooting like we out in Iraq we got the straps now
Tryna find a title then we finna do the dash out aye
What we doing yeah this shit driving me crazy
Imma get the cash that’s daily
All this drip I’m feeling wavy
My Mercedes on the corner Imma whip it on the pavement
What you doing on the block what you doing with the paper
Ain’t nobody can fuck with my raps
You better get dressed for a burial
Cause I cannot fuck with you if you gon cap
Pull up on the spot like an arial
Cause I do not fuck with you if you don’t trap
Pull up and you think it’s a funeral
Cause gon we pull up on you wearing all black
Ooh kill em Terrio
What you doing on the block with the pipe out
Better pipe down shooting with the lights out
That’s a sight now
All this shit came off the top like I don’t even need a pen I don’t need to write down
Cause this a three part beat we going sicko
My shots ain’t missing like I play in San Francisco
And we creeping at your spot we at the window
We gon take your girl and turn her to a widow

One time for the bitches back home
Want the throne back up in the game back up in the zone
Now I’m zoning, warrior, Conan
Iced out, frozen, spotlight, showman
I been spending all this time tryna make a hit
But if my shit flops am I gonna take a hint
Want the spotlight
It’s my time right
Cause I can’t win the game standing on the sidelines
Stepping back, now we finna blow
It’s my time, imma take a hit then I’m finna go
All about the check all about the dough
Step up in
Back up in it back up in it
Need a rack I’m tryna spend it
I been out this for a minute
Now I’m dropping so they feel it
Feel it all up in your bones
Feel it all up in the speakers
Now I’m after what I’m owed
Major keys feel like Alicia
Cause now I’ve grown
I’m an artist on my own
I was playing round the first time now I’m really in my zone
Don’t hit my phone
I’m just reaping what I’ve sewn
I was playing round the first time now I want the fucking throne
Cause I dropped first time in 2017
Wasn’t ready I was my own biggest enemy
Now my old songs feel just like regret to me
But I’m like Uzi now cause all my friends are dead to me
I want hundreds count these hundreds till I’m mad rich
Off a perky only want a fucking bad bitch
They drive me crazy don’t know if I’ve got the bandwidth
My right hand busy cause that’s what I count these bands with
Boutta put a fucking band on your head that’s a rack now
Yeah we got the cash now
And we keep on shooting like we out in Iraq we got the straps now
Tryna find a title then we finna do the dash out aye
Dope boys coke boys yeah we kicking it
Ball like I’m Jordan and Rodman I’m on my Pippen shit
We got the robbers and shotters you know we hitting licks
I been putting work like playing ball up in the gym
And I been in the lab
Working on my craft
You know I’m locked in album mode I’m only making slaps
Secure the bag and then we finna go and do the dash
My shit might sound the same cause all I care about is cash
All I care about is hundreds yeah these bitches funny
They only after clout they only want you for the money
Had to find my sound I stopped the game I had to study
Hope I pop it off I need to get a little lucky
Popping, dropping, I had to stop a minute
Pop tabs pop ads I don’t know my limits
Putting on a clinic, this shit only business,
I’m tryna run the rap game and you know I’m winning
Boutta put a fucking band on your head that’s a rack now
Yeah we got the cash now
And we keep on shooting like we out in Iraq we got the straps now
Tryna find a title then we finna do the dash out aye
What we doing yeah this shit driving me crazy
Imma get the cash that’s daily
All this drip I’m feeling wavy
My Mercedes on the corner Imma whip it on the pavement
What you doing on the block what you doing with the paper
Ain’t nobody can fuck with my raps
You better get dressed for a burial
Cause I cannot fuck with you if you gon cap
Pull up on the spot like an arial
Cause I do not fuck with you if you don’t trap
Pull up and you think it’s a funeral
Cause gon we pull up on you wearing all black
Ooh kill em Terrio
What you doing on the block with the pipe out
Better pipe down shooting with the lights out
That’s a sight now
All this shit came off the top like I don’t even need a pen I don’t need to write down
Cause this a three part beat we going sicko
My shots ain’t missing like I play in San Francisco
And we creeping at your spot we at the window
We gon take your girl and turn her to a widow