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Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks
Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low
Can’t be fallin off, can't be fallin for no hoe
Tryna make it on the hills, said I ain't gotta wear no gold
Said I was born in Georgia on the corner by the U.G.L.Y Corner (yea) A.T.L.A.N.T.A... (yea) 678-404 bed made
I get my bed made nigga now I’m straight
I ain't even gotta starve, I ain't hungry, I done ate
Got me feelin like a star when I walk up in the place
I ain't got time to play, put them hundreds in yo face
Put them hundreds in your face ok, ok
Put em in yo big face ok, oh-yay
We smokin on gas, they smokin hay
And I'm ridin down to (?) in the drop top Wraith, shout out to Chainz
Shout out to my momma yes I love her like no other
Shout out to my brother, we rose up out that gutter. (aye)
Shout out to my sister, I miss you, you know I love ya. (aye)
Shout out to my Glizzy for never jammin, or no problems
Shouts out to the East Side...West Side...South Side
Shouts out to the young niggas thuggin, that's outside
Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks
Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low
Can't be fallin off, I can’t be fallin for no hoe
Tryna make it on the hill, said I ain’t gotta wear no gold
Said I was born in Georgia...on the corner...by the U.G.L.Y Corner
A.T.L.A.N.T.A... 678-404 bed made(2 Chainz: All right)
I'm from where the rent kinda low
When you sleep on the floor
And a stick in the crib and a pit by the door
Long Johns with the shorts even when it ain’t cold (cold)
Seen a lot of shit that no one never told in Georgia...
Ray Charles, on the corner, 8 Ball, 15-AR
I'm from the apartments never held a rake at all
We used to put the paper cups in the dish water
Trap jumping like Vince Carter...Ride M.A.R.T.A
Shit every Friday, Chris Tucker
I treat the streets like my big brother
A.T.L, barbecue sauce in my finger nail
We gone set it off to the right to the left
And I'm gonna rep this state till I run out of breath
Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks
Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low
Can’t be fallin off, I can't be fallin for no hoe
Tryna make it on the hills, said I ain't gotta wear no gold
Said I was born in Georgia...on the corner...by the U.G.L.Y Corner (yea) A.T.L.A.N.T.A... 678-404 bed made
A girl head laid now she lookin straight
Food stamps back, ain't no fast food today
Tryna get, eat me the home cooked steak, rice with the bean green fallin out the plate
Said I was born in Georgia, girl imma spoil ya
Where the Falcons don't win but they loyal
Everybody bangin with a whole different gang, but we still together, gotta make it through the rain
A.T.L.A.N.T.A Hard ball baby we ball, (?) pay
678, rent due Section 8. Bro she got respect, get from my plate
School shoes never dirty, momma didn't play
Smoke a blunt at the bus stop, bitch I always late
Skipping class in the hall ways, catching a play
I'm tryna make it to the top I ain't got time to wait
Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks
Gotta stay down, gotta keep my business on the low
Can't be fallin off, can't be fallin for no hoe
Tryna make it on the hills, said I ain't gotta wear no gold
Said I was born in Georgia...on the corner...by the U.G.L.Y Corner (yea) A.T.L.A.N.T.A... 678-404 bed made
Put ya hands up if you from Savannah, put ya hands up if you from Atlanta, put your lighters up if you from Augusta
Hand round yo girl if you know you love her, hand round your man if you know you love him
Salute to Macon and I **** with Columbus
229 Showing love to Albany
I'm from that Peach State, I ain't stuntin no Applebee, (?)
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