ATL
Yes
Yes
Ready to
Ready to
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I wanna... I wanna move
Ready to... I wanna
I wanna
I wanna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's always something to do
Parties and mixers and concerts
That shit sound so litty
Events gon' eventually lead to me
Bumping into the right person who fuck with my sound
I get support in my city
In terms of the industry
Ain't no real players around
Can't you see me on big stages
Rockin' a crowd of all ages
Magazine pages
Roc Nation brunches, important lunches
Can just picture it, I damn near taste it
Who's gonna stop me
Booking a flight and I'm packing my bags
Ya'll gonna miss me, ya'll gonna be sad
My Bible told me the first shall be last
I've been in last it's bout time that I'm first
Killin' these rappers and driving the hearse
Feeling like Drizzy, behaviors the worst
Humbly bitch I deserve to be on
I'm manifesting, this more than a song
I love the Sota but it is too cold
Sick of the whiteness and not just the snow
If I stick around here, I may never blow
I'm ready to go
I wanna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's always something to do
Parties and mixers and concerts
That shit sound so litty
I wanna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's extra Black
Everyone supports each other, get money
That shit sound so litty
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to... skate
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to
I'm ready to
I wanna
Move to LA on a one-way ticket
Leave everything but my writtens
My career gon' take off like the flight I'ma catch
Hopefully I can land in some millions
Gotta make this shit work I'm for certain
Cause everything I put my hand on is brilliant
Happy I don't look like what I been through
Behind this crooked smile is resilience
And maybe one day it could cover the face of the Forbes List
90210 on my zip and the crib that I'm in
the shit look like a fortress
I could picture my gang with new bracelets and chains
That makes a perfect lil' portrait
I love my city and know I'm the best
But the worst is when these niggas forget
So I'm movin' to Cali, I'm done bein' Minnesota nice
That passive aggressive shit lack the respect I deserve
When a nigga sit and write
Them typa flows that most of the niggas you listen to
Wishin' they could write
I'm destined for greatness
My oldest shit still soundin' like it's the latest
Forever I'm gon be on somebody playlist
I'm timeless
And I'm sick you can feel it
And everyone knows like a sinus
Went from sending out emails to label executives
Beggin' to desperately sign us, that's what grind is
Betta fuck wit' us now if you don't then too bad
You gonna miss it
I'll be on the West Coast in December
Having my first California Christmas
I wanna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's always something to do
Parties and mixers and concerts
That shit sound so litty
I'm trynna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's extra Black
Everyone supports each other, get money
That shit sound so litty
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to
I'm ready to... I'm ready to go
Skate
I'm ready to
I'm ready to... I'm ready to go
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to... leave
Yes
Yes
Ready to
Ready to
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I wanna... I wanna move
Ready to... I wanna
I wanna
I wanna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's always something to do
Parties and mixers and concerts
That shit sound so litty
Events gon' eventually lead to me
Bumping into the right person who fuck with my sound
I get support in my city
In terms of the industry
Ain't no real players around
Can't you see me on big stages
Rockin' a crowd of all ages
Magazine pages
Roc Nation brunches, important lunches
Can just picture it, I damn near taste it
Who's gonna stop me
Booking a flight and I'm packing my bags
Ya'll gonna miss me, ya'll gonna be sad
My Bible told me the first shall be last
I've been in last it's bout time that I'm first
Killin' these rappers and driving the hearse
Feeling like Drizzy, behaviors the worst
Humbly bitch I deserve to be on
I'm manifesting, this more than a song
I love the Sota but it is too cold
Sick of the whiteness and not just the snow
If I stick around here, I may never blow
I'm ready to go
I wanna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's always something to do
Parties and mixers and concerts
That shit sound so litty
I wanna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's extra Black
Everyone supports each other, get money
That shit sound so litty
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to... skate
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to
I'm ready to
I wanna
Move to LA on a one-way ticket
Leave everything but my writtens
My career gon' take off like the flight I'ma catch
Hopefully I can land in some millions
Gotta make this shit work I'm for certain
Cause everything I put my hand on is brilliant
Happy I don't look like what I been through
Behind this crooked smile is resilience
And maybe one day it could cover the face of the Forbes List
90210 on my zip and the crib that I'm in
the shit look like a fortress
I could picture my gang with new bracelets and chains
That makes a perfect lil' portrait
I love my city and know I'm the best
But the worst is when these niggas forget
So I'm movin' to Cali, I'm done bein' Minnesota nice
That passive aggressive shit lack the respect I deserve
When a nigga sit and write
Them typa flows that most of the niggas you listen to
Wishin' they could write
I'm destined for greatness
My oldest shit still soundin' like it's the latest
Forever I'm gon be on somebody playlist
I'm timeless
And I'm sick you can feel it
And everyone knows like a sinus
Went from sending out emails to label executives
Beggin' to desperately sign us, that's what grind is
Betta fuck wit' us now if you don't then too bad
You gonna miss it
I'll be on the West Coast in December
Having my first California Christmas
I wanna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's always something to do
Parties and mixers and concerts
That shit sound so litty
I'm trynna move to Atlanta where real niggas go
When they hit their ceiling in their city
I heard that it's extra Black
Everyone supports each other, get money
That shit sound so litty
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to
I'm ready to... I'm ready to go
Skate
I'm ready to
I'm ready to... I'm ready to go
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to... leave
Yes
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Writer(s): Timothy Brown
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