"CONTINENTAL" lyrics
From the womb to the tomb, from the cradle to the grave
From the hood to the heavens, went from poverty to paid
From the have-nots to the have it all in your face
From the one-on-one fade 'til you try me and get sprayed
From the Lincoln Continental on them hammers with the hammer
To the most successful from the Westside of Atlanta
From elementary public school, I've been standin' on my own two
The Forrest City prison yard, used to get them phone through
Went from a short temper man to a sharp business man
From paying for it to when I cut 'em off, they throw a temper tantrum
From askin' question to givin' answer, from ridin' MARTA
To triple deckers and jet skis on foreign water
From only wantin' a gold album to goin' harder
And securin' funds for my son granddaughter
From the alpha to omega, from the Blazer to Bentayga
From the young nigga to the old player
From the womb to the tomb, from the cradle to the grave
From the hood to the heavens, went from poverty to paid
From the have-nots to the have it all in your face
From the one-on-one fade 'til you try me and get sprayed
From the '90s, cut school, on the corner
To present day Beverly Hills, California
From thirteen, sellin' clean at the bus stop
Workin' on my pager and makin' plays at the truck stop, yeah
From 2000, fresh up outta public housing (Bankhead)
Let us in, bitch, or we gon' get to clownin'
(Don't wanna know but you know what's happenin')
Don't give a damn how you do them out of towners (Out of towners)
You put your hands on me, it's gon' be a bounty on yo' head, though
If you went for lookin' for some help when you was dead broke
To steppin' on nigga neck, lookin' at 'em, hollerin', "Yeah, ho" highly yeah
From hard O's to elbows to ten million to sell shows
From "Hell no" to "Nigga, here I go," yeah
From the womb to the tomb, from the cradle to the grave
From the hood to the heavens, went from poverty to paid
From the have-nots to the have it all in your face
From the one-on-one fade 'til you try me and get sprayed
From the Lincoln Continental on them hammers (On them hammers)
To the most successful from the Westside of Atlanta
From the alpha to omega, from the Blazer to Bentayga
From the young nigga to the old player (Old player)
From the womb to the tomb, from the cradle to the grave
From the hood to the heavens, went from poverty to paid
From the have-nots to the have it all in your face
From the one-on-one fade 'til you try me and get sprayed (Bah)
What Juicy say? "Shut the fuck up"
To be continued
From the hood to the heavens, went from poverty to paid
From the have-nots to the have it all in your face
From the one-on-one fade 'til you try me and get sprayed
From the Lincoln Continental on them hammers with the hammer
To the most successful from the Westside of Atlanta
From elementary public school, I've been standin' on my own two
The Forrest City prison yard, used to get them phone through
Went from a short temper man to a sharp business man
From paying for it to when I cut 'em off, they throw a temper tantrum
From askin' question to givin' answer, from ridin' MARTA
To triple deckers and jet skis on foreign water
From only wantin' a gold album to goin' harder
And securin' funds for my son granddaughter
From the alpha to omega, from the Blazer to Bentayga
From the young nigga to the old player
From the womb to the tomb, from the cradle to the grave
From the hood to the heavens, went from poverty to paid
From the have-nots to the have it all in your face
From the one-on-one fade 'til you try me and get sprayed
From the '90s, cut school, on the corner
To present day Beverly Hills, California
From thirteen, sellin' clean at the bus stop
Workin' on my pager and makin' plays at the truck stop, yeah
From 2000, fresh up outta public housing (Bankhead)
Let us in, bitch, or we gon' get to clownin'
(Don't wanna know but you know what's happenin')
Don't give a damn how you do them out of towners (Out of towners)
You put your hands on me, it's gon' be a bounty on yo' head, though
If you went for lookin' for some help when you was dead broke
To steppin' on nigga neck, lookin' at 'em, hollerin', "Yeah, ho" highly yeah
From hard O's to elbows to ten million to sell shows
From "Hell no" to "Nigga, here I go," yeah
From the womb to the tomb, from the cradle to the grave
From the hood to the heavens, went from poverty to paid
From the have-nots to the have it all in your face
From the one-on-one fade 'til you try me and get sprayed
From the Lincoln Continental on them hammers (On them hammers)
To the most successful from the Westside of Atlanta
From the alpha to omega, from the Blazer to Bentayga
From the young nigga to the old player (Old player)
From the womb to the tomb, from the cradle to the grave
From the hood to the heavens, went from poverty to paid
From the have-nots to the have it all in your face
From the one-on-one fade 'til you try me and get sprayed (Bah)
What Juicy say? "Shut the fuck up"
To be continued
