georgia

womatic

bizzy

said i'm tryna make it

tryna make it for my folks

gotta stay down

keep my business on the low

can't be falling off

i can't be falling for no ho

tryna make it on the hills

i ain't got nowhere to go

said i was born in georgia

on the corner

by the u-g-l-y corner

a-t-l-a-n-t-a

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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 feeling like a star when i walk up in the place

i ain't got time to play

put them hundreds in your face

put them hundred in your face

okay

okay

put 'em in your bae face

okay

oh yay

we smokin' on gas

they smokin' hay

and i'm ride down the nat in a drop-top wraith

shout out to chainz

shout out to my mama

yes

i love her like no other

shout out to my brother

we rose up out that gutter

and shout out to my sister

i miss you

you know i love you

and shout out to my glizzy for never jamming up on me

shout 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 falling off

i can't be falling for no ho

tryna make it on the hills

i ain't got nowhere to go

said i was born in georgia

on the corner

by the u-g-l-y corner

a-t-l-a-n-t-a

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bed made

i'm from where the rent kinda low and you sleep on the floor

and the stick in the crib and the pit by the door

long johns with the shorts even when it ain't cold

seen a lot of shit that no one ever told

in georgia

ray charles

on the corner

eight ball

fifteen

ar

i'm from the 'partments

never held a rake at all

we used to put the paper cups in the dish water

trap jumpin' like vince carter

ride marta

shit

every friday

chris tucker

i treat the streets like my big brother

atl

barbecue sauce in my fingernail

we gon' set it off to the right

to the left

and i'ma rep the state 'til i run out of breath

yeah

said i'm tryna make it

tryna make it for my folks

gotta stay down

keep my business on the low

can't be falling off

i can't be falling for no ho

tryna make it on the hills

i ain't got nowhere to go

said i was born in georgia

on the corner

by the u-g-l-y corner

a-t-l-a-n-t-a

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bed made

my girl hair layed

now she looking straight

food stamps back

ain't no fast food today

tryna get big

need a home-cooked steak

rice with the beans

greens falling off the plate

said i was born in georgia

grandma spoil ya

where the falcons never win

but they loyal

everybody banging with a whole different gang

but we stick together

gotta make it through the rain

a-t-l-a-n-t-a

hardball baby

we ball

cancer patient

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rent due

section 8

first you got respect

get from my plate

school shoes never dirty

mama didn't play

smoke a blunt at the bus stop

bitch

always late

skippin' class

in the hallway catchin' 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

keep my business on the low

can't be falling off

i can't be falling for no ho

tryna make it on the hills

i ain't got nowhere to go

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

put your hands up if you from savannah

put your hands up if you from atlanta

put your lighters up if you from augusta

hand 'round your girl if you know you love her

hand 'round your man if you know you love him

salute to macon and i fuck with columbus

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showing love to albany

i'm from the peach state

i ain't stuntin' no applebee's

tea