Letter A
Aaa u know I don't play
Like I was born and raised in
The aaa
Aaa, for the money I be on my way
Aaa Let them know what I say aaa
Desert egal ya know I got to push
The regal
Everything is illegal
up with my amigo
Ring, ring ring
No joke
Cut throat
This is dope
Sold dope
Ask my folks
Like dre before interscope
Suge knight on deathrow
Down to blow
Don't care if the grass don't grow
Cold (chew) sneeze
Atlanta flow
Please don't let the bananas, cannons, hammers go
Like Jermaine dupi
So so def
Like ti
I die for my respect
So gee check mate
We don't deal with that hate
Give me space
I'm astronaut like future
Don't make me do u
Hallelujah
Flew the cope
Pour up the duce
Make it muddy for ya buddy
Shawty we stay ridding fly
Aaa
I'm on my way to the money bag
From ti to young jeezy
2 Chainz to gucci
To wockflocka to outcast
To ludacris from goody mob
To boww from big meech
To doing big in the streetz
Showing love in the industry
I got love for a - town peeps
In 95 I was tring to shine
On my grind
The freak nick was soo sick
Hustling rythems and bricks
Money came quick
I hit that lick
That grind don't stop
That choppa have u jumping
Like chris cross
Bank head until I'm dead
College park after dark
Decatur, we don't deal with no
Hatter
Rich like buck head
I'm bout that bread
Like pastor troy
We was ready
Hatters wasn't getting no play
In the a
I'm on the way
A- town blues u choose
U lose
Don't be no fool
The clock don't snooze
We play by our own rules
Heavy chevy ridding big
I 285 I'm on my way to u shawty
Like the young bloods
Ceelo green the boy is mean
Still funk to fied like the bratt
Trap or die
U don't know
Like the don rocko
Kingz of crunk like lil john
Dab on them hatters like the
Migos
Home of the sweetest georgia
Peaches
The Livest skrip club ever
Down here it get hotter than
The devil
Crazy weather
We keep it popping in the music
Industry
From keith sweat, ciara
Monica, xscape
To tlc
To usher
Thatz the end of the discussion
My atlanta folkz will touch ya
We never scared
Don't hate on the falcons
Braves or hawks
Cause we a bone crush ya
We an't never scard
We an't
We an't never scared
Like I was born and raised in
The aaa
Aaa, for the money I be on my way
Aaa Let them know what I say aaa
Desert egal ya know I got to push
The regal
Everything is illegal
up with my amigo
Ring, ring ring
No joke
Cut throat
This is dope
Sold dope
Ask my folks
Like dre before interscope
Suge knight on deathrow
Down to blow
Don't care if the grass don't grow
Cold (chew) sneeze
Atlanta flow
Please don't let the bananas, cannons, hammers go
Like Jermaine dupi
So so def
Like ti
I die for my respect
So gee check mate
We don't deal with that hate
Give me space
I'm astronaut like future
Don't make me do u
Hallelujah
Flew the cope
Pour up the duce
Make it muddy for ya buddy
Shawty we stay ridding fly
Aaa
I'm on my way to the money bag
From ti to young jeezy
2 Chainz to gucci
To wockflocka to outcast
To ludacris from goody mob
To boww from big meech
To doing big in the streetz
Showing love in the industry
I got love for a - town peeps
In 95 I was tring to shine
On my grind
The freak nick was soo sick
Hustling rythems and bricks
Money came quick
I hit that lick
That grind don't stop
That choppa have u jumping
Like chris cross
Bank head until I'm dead
College park after dark
Decatur, we don't deal with no
Hatter
Rich like buck head
I'm bout that bread
Like pastor troy
We was ready
Hatters wasn't getting no play
In the a
I'm on the way
A- town blues u choose
U lose
Don't be no fool
The clock don't snooze
We play by our own rules
Heavy chevy ridding big
I 285 I'm on my way to u shawty
Like the young bloods
Ceelo green the boy is mean
Still funk to fied like the bratt
Trap or die
U don't know
Like the don rocko
Kingz of crunk like lil john
Dab on them hatters like the
Migos
Home of the sweetest georgia
Peaches
The Livest skrip club ever
Down here it get hotter than
The devil
Crazy weather
We keep it popping in the music
Industry
From keith sweat, ciara
Monica, xscape
To tlc
To usher
Thatz the end of the discussion
My atlanta folkz will touch ya
We never scared
Don't hate on the falcons
Braves or hawks
Cause we a bone crush ya
We an't never scard
We an't
We an't never scared
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Baldwin
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