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[Intro: Yung Booke] Whoa [Chorus: Yung Booke] That's too much weight on me Uh, I've been dealin' with the load I've been fuckin' with them hoes Are you friend or you foes? I don't know That's too much weight on me Propaganda all the way in Atlanta It get real when they stamp ya Can't wait for the money 'cause the money don't wait on me [Bridge: Yung Booke] I, ya, ya, ya I, ya, woo, ya I, ya, ya, ya-a Wait I, ya, ya, ya I, ya, woo, ya I, ya, ya-a, ya, ya Don't wait on me [Verse 1: Tokyo Jetz] Well respected, no one to shit, no Boss shit, you see me point, well then you better get down Pop sold dope, hit the weight on the way Had to go and get it, couldn't wait on the plate Mistakes on the plate Blang, blang on the brace Gang bang on the case 'cause I stated my case Only church boy with the thing on my waist Gotta feed the fam All my kin kids straight You know pressure made the diamond Clique still grindin' Made it through the struggle Closer to the silver linin' Charged up Duracell and the Energizer So I can't sympathize ya, I gotta minimize ya Now how you gonna act? Ain't even got a rearview No we ain't goin' back Stay down for flex Playground with the swing Put a nigga out to ring Plus we fuckin' with the king We ain't waitin' for a goddamn thing [Chorus: Yung Booke] That's gonna mean I've been dealin' with the load I've been fuckin' with them hoes Are you friend or you foes? I don't know That's too much weight on me Propaganda all the way in Atlanta It get real when they stamp ya Can't wait for the money 'cause the money don't wait on me [Bridge: Yung Booke] I, ya, ya, ya I, ya, woo, ya I, ya, ya, ya-a Wait I, ya, ya, ya I, ya, woo, ya I, ya, ya-a, ya, ya [Verse 2: Young Dro] Yeah, oh, man, I'm propaganda I'm the truth up out Atlanta Mink black and white panda Still salamander sandals Some of my bitches is common Got pimpin' in Puni Hana New pimp on the droid And I better get this number And I'm throwin' these bricks like Cunningham, Randel And I be up in the kettle with the dope Me and L O Since you think a nigga country, I'ma play you like a banjo I'm smoking Cohiba's overseas my plug Santos Dro [Chorus: Yung Booke] I've been dealin' with the load I've been fuckin' with them hoes Are you friend or you foes? I don't know That's too much weight on me Propaganda all the way in Atlanta It get real when they stamp ya Can't wait for the money 'cause the money don't wait on me [Bridge: Yung Booke] I, ya, ya, ya I, ya, woo, ya I, ya, ya, ya-a Wait I, ya, ya, ya I, ya, woo, ya I, ya, ya-a, ya, ya Don't wait on me [Verse 3: Trae tha Truth] In the drop down, gotta get my head right Too much attention, like I'm covered up in headlights Live fast, living only hoping that I sped right Why everybody bein' fully 'cause my bread right No politickin' do 'em like a politician In the ghetto with a woman, playin' side edition It don't matter, where we at, she goin' live audition Real freak with a body that was fly division And there was never entertainment Illuminati Mark ties, you could think my name was True Gotti I'm from the bottom, I forever represent the hood Kickin' it hard, like a nigga tryin' to do karate I know they watchin', so I'm never ballin' on a budget Lord, people couldn't stand me, other people love it Anything I do at home I bet I do in public Unless I'm trappin', hold up, homie, that's a different subject [Chorus: Yung Booke] That's too much weight on me Uh, I've been dealin' with the load I've been fuckin' with them hoes Are you friend or you foes? I don't know That's too much weight on me Propaganda all the way in Atlanta It get real when they stamp ya Can't wait for the money 'cause the money don't wait on me [Bridge: Yung Booke] I, ya, ya, ya I, ya, woo, ya I, ya, ya, ya-a Wait I, ya, ya, ya I, ya, woo, ya I, ya, ya-a, ya, ya Don't wait on me