Georgia Home Boy

Lost my mind a long time ago, I'll prolly never find it
No matter tall the mountain, I'm gon find a way to climb it
Yeah, they talk behind my back but when I see 'em they be quiet
I be looking super stylish
I be heating up the climate with these dope raps on the cognac
I'm burning it down like a smokestack
I am so stuck in my ways
There ain't no way imma go back
Yeah, give me credit, I ain't settle for a second
If I take a couple losses, I'm just way too cool to sweat it, uh

Uh, hit the block watch it generate
Watch the clock, I'm never late
Cleaning up ya spot like my dinner plate
Puffing purple punch and lil baby got a hunch
Asking if I'm high, I said "bitch, I'm high as fuck"
I dip out in a rush, I be so fly
Playing for myself, ain't no need to lie
We popping like the Fourth of July

Nike Tech fit
Check your weapon
Flew the pack, intersected
Blew the coupe, so get to steppin'
Eating xanny bars for breakfast
Hit the plug he get the message, uh
I make the dollar walk cuz the bennies talk
Poppin' beans right off the stalk
Run the sack like Marshall Faulk
Want the smoke, you just gon talk
Reppin Polo, fade Lacoste
Scooping racks just like lacrosse
Reppin Hugo, I'm a Boss
Check the score, you took the loss
Yeah, too much money, ain't enough for the late
This a G Party, bitch I'm sorry for the fucking wait

From the basement, used my brain to take stages
Writtens got you state to state, fazed by nothing that it bring
Bi-coastal, fly local, sprinter van, any hustle
Rip Nip, running marathons just to make it double
Yeah, double, no need for the trouble
I'm good on my own, got no time just to cuddle
Really go and run a track
Fuck the bullshit and the trauma
Hate creating any drama so I gotta
Go and hustle 'till I get it
My control is on a level set to never fucking settle
That's seven days a week
I just kept playing them beats, then I morphed into a beast
Now I see 'em start to creep
So I hit em with the (Beep)



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Writer(s): Joseph Ardita
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