1 - Who raps get weight like grams on triple beams?  Who got their heart on tapes and CDs?  He rap and she rap, but my rap - the best  They rap with play raps, and I ain't impressed    Repeat 1    Cool raps get weight like grams on triple beams  Cool left with dirt and came back with G's  Everytime I hit the door, they fly  Wantin' to know the response of the people  On the date when my album dropped  The East Point headlines gon' read that  I ride tracks, like Dre high-ride Cadillacs  And came a long way from the country  Here all in Atlanta, and about to make some real money  And show brothas who a straight lane  Who got picked at, and talked about  Who followed me, and now got game  The first scriptures in the book, they meant  If you was really from this town and 'bout to do it  You do your own hits  See, it was destined that I make a print  In the earth, so the future knew the Lord was makin' much sense  Now it ain't nothin' that can worry me  My attitude is free and can see...  That you can be in Hawaii sippin' on that punch  Buy a house in the morning, get a Lexus for lunch  Sell a million of those samples and those same ol' kicks  It still take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit    Repeat 1  Repeat 1    Young Cool Breeze ain't never did time  When the foes went to raid, I was home writing rhymes  Representin' the south forever, put raps together  Hit 'em with the salt, then come the pepper  You see, I represent the field  And only a few from the east and the west gon' really keep it real  And it's like a lot of them gon' start dissin'  But we'll make money, sell records  And serve 'em up like competition  And I be the first to crank up the spot  Say you don't know nothin' 'bout the south  And Atlanta ain't no Mariott  I seen a lot of brothas get they turn  And the way they act?  Respect gon' be given when respect be earned  Me and my boys grew up listenin' to y'all songs  If we can't be off city poppin' lip, we be dead wrong  So I just check for your release date  And if it's bumpin' and you snappin', I'll pick it up  Cuz I don't city hate  See, it ain't all about who you run with  Or the trap that you just can't front, got the biggest bricks  Or who you and your boys run and get  It just take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit    Repeat 1  Repeat 1    "Heart..."