Scotty ATL - We Got Tricked lyrics

[Hook: Scotty ATL] Get wit' it, get wit' it Get wit' it motherf**er, we gone Get wit' it, get wit' it Get wit' it motherf**er, we gone Get wit' it, get wit' it Get wit' it motherf**er, we gone Get wit' it, get wit' it Get wit' it motherf**er [Verse 1: Scotty ATL] Yeah, yeah, yeah 40 acres and a mule, we got tricked I been blunted to my jaws and I'm sick I might pull up to the light, steal your b**h I ain't got no 401k, God dammit I'm rich Yeah (Till I get it) Came back with the good foot, came back with it Still twisting on the good wood (Till I get it) n***a be flexing 'bout the past, know you grew up in good hood (Hold up) b**h is like a finger roll, getting bread like a dinner roll I ain't even tryna f** the b**h if she ain't a centerfold Check it out, we look good together, don't we? Yo man be drinking mad Oh he had to let it go, Lakeshia Cole [?] They gotta go, uh, to the studio She lick my nuts and my booty ho I don't know if that was by mistake or not Moment there, raise a thought, clear Uh, to the beat b**h New [?] take a seat, b**h I rolled the fire, smoked the fire You joke a lot, funky five But I coach or die, that's the sad part You can have anything that you ask for Regular speed, living in fast forward You dabbed, old n***a What is there to care for? [Verse 2: B.o.B] They want me to calm down, I can't cause I'm knee deep What happened to activist? What happened to free speech? You out on the front steps, I'm out on the frontline The lotto has no mind, they give n***as dumb time For dumb crimes, no sunshine Rhyme with the iron, keep a eye up a one time Streets just run down from big rigs We stocking stores that really don't nobody up in the community own Back and forth from community homes, trying not to end up in a funeral home Met a b**h I used to hit with a bong Almost didn't recognize her, she look 80 years old Left out the hood, came back and realized it either get worse or it end up justified Thinking 'how much they s** outta the hood each year'? Is it capitalism or genocide? I'm talking to you, you with the bluetooth speaker The Louis V sneakers, the Polo wife beaters The Gucci ice dreamers What would happen if all that revenue stayed in the hood? The outcome would be incredible But we could do it all that, do you have a clue? But it goes to the elite instead of you Bandz, preach Bandz, teach Everybody get up out your damn seat, word