Scotty ATL - Clarity lyrics

[Verse 1 – Scotty ATL] Man I got a lot that's brewing on my plate And y'all know it's to make my mind I just play along Yeah I talk slower but my mind on some genius sh** I peep your game but too slick, still leave with your [?] store I'm the business like corporate folks, T is my shirt and tie Plan to win it all, y'all cool with win and tie Feel like a boss man, that's what makes you the guy Tell em get off your nuts, pause and get that rye Bread, I work just to get that bread, I know I'm close The [?] guy talk, the rent pop off, I call it toast Mister [?] greatness, they call me snobby, I'm Hollywood Cause I'm flying southwest, recording holly wood I do what I want to do, spend time just worrying Haters gone think about the swag I'm carrying So like it or love it I'm on my high horse now They ask around like why? They should be asking them how [Hook] Top down will my homie n***as see me now Top down will my homie n***as see me now Top- top down with my homie n***as see me now Top down will my homie n***as see me now Homie n***as sitting out, top-top down Top down will my homie n***as see me now Top down will my homie n***as see me now Top-top down will my homie n***as see me now [Verse 2 – Scotty ATL] Five, that's my lucky number, yeah, that or 2 At that crap table, ain't no way I'm finna lose Roll that, now roll that [?] which you know I did Roll that CMP, my chips up, I bet again Bottom dollar, bet your bottom dollar on me homie Twist that old school game, keep that [?] on me And I never been a quitter but I've had some times I fell but I learned gotta get back up, gotta get back on my grind Who is your role model, who you aspire to be Who you grew up around, who in your top 3 Who you be turning to, she done fell out the sticks Got any friends homie, stand in your [?] Travel through rocky roads, I was the back page All in the dressing room, hey how you get back stage Say that like you down, you ain't down n***as see we coming up, only reason they around, got my [Hook] [Verse 3 – Scotty ATL] Money not everything, you saying that man Cause they in your pockets and your pants is flat man Man I'm juuging, that ain't good, we call it Pacman They posted up on the corner, they serving that pack man I paint you a visual, n***as got my defeat Ain't no retirement, so this there residual That paper gon stack man, that paper gon stack mans Just build up your empire and keep it intact man Money make worlds spin, this is a fact man I spit you some real sh**, make you run that sh** back man So like it or love it I'm on my high horse now They ask around like why? They should be asking them how