ATL

Georgia? Yeah, Georgia
That's where the fuck I'm from
A-T-L, A-T-L, A-T-L, A-T-L, that's home
Been all through the streets, all around in this motherfucker

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I'm straight from A-T-L, my friends hailin' the G
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I rep that, I live that, that shit's what I eat
Like my godfather told me, a lot of niggas flew here, I grew here
80 Butler Street, I'm a Grady baby, '87 was the year
Trouble dropped, died of misplaced wounds, stiffer than a broom

My first word was "motherfucker," and that motherfucker boom!
By the time 2000 came 'round, got a mind of my own
Eight people in a three-bedroom, but pops was at home
Time to build at Sun Valley, then on off the Olympic crossing

Morrow Trail, later raised hell at Edgewood, got my first mirror
In jail at 15
I saw 'em batter it, a lot of charges came after it
But that ain't half of me—Whitefoord Elementary
Court Miller, the cream house, where I played b-ball to get by

Some thought that I was shy until the word got out
That I was shakin' shit with D-Tray, me, Thrown, Pledge, VLJ
Rippin' up that E-Way, went on the run in '07
Black saved my life, helped me get it right in this duct-taped life

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Yeah, nigga, you know what it is—it's real A's, nigga
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Nigga this ATL's finest, at the bar to Dunn, Mason now
Chippin' the streets where they can find us
Raised up with the crankheads, clutchin' hoes who bowlegged
While your momma bought you breastfed, shit, we were takin'
All these funny boys in skinny jeans? I'm in a dicky suit
Posted up at the red store with some damn boots—this a war suit

These niggas know my word, long around the eight
Nigga, this like Edgewood Day—nigga, play with me
In the middle of the street, shoot light
Me and Trouble Trouble blessin' out top

In ATL, your heart stop—ain't no bulletproof for your head
Watch it pop!
We in ATL, Georgia, bigger rankin' than Florida
We takin' over the South—this duct tape, we makin' it hard for these pussy, nigga
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