Georgia (feat. 2 Chainz)

Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks

Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low

Can’t be fallin off, can't be fallin for no hoe

Tryna make it on the hills, said I ain't gotta wear no gold

Said I was born in Georgia on the corner by the U.G.L.Y Corner (yea) A.T.L.A.N.T.A... (yea) 678-404 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 feelin like a star when I walk up in the place

I ain't got time to play, put them hundreds in yo face

Put them hundreds in your face ok, ok

Put em in yo big face ok, oh-yay

We smokin on gas, they smokin hay

And I'm ridin down to (?) in the drop top Wraith, shout out to Chainz

Shout out to my momma yes I love her like no other

Shout out to my brother, we rose up out that gutter. (aye)

Shout out to my sister, I miss you, you know I love ya. (aye)

Shout out to my Glizzy for never jammin, or no problems

Shouts 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 fallin off, I can’t be fallin for no hoe

Tryna make it on the hill, said I ain’t gotta wear no gold

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(2 Chainz: All right)

I'm from where the rent kinda low

When you sleep on the floor

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

Long Johns with the shorts even when it ain’t cold (cold)

Seen a lot of shit that no one never told in Georgia...

Ray Charles, on the corner, 8 Ball, 15-AR

I'm from the apartments never held a rake at all

We used to put the paper cups in the dish water

Trap jumping like Vince Carter...Ride M.A.R.T.A

Shit every Friday, Chris Tucker

I treat the streets like my big brother

A.T.L, barbecue sauce in my finger nail

We gone set it off to the right to the left

And I'm gonna rep this state till I run out of breath

Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks

Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low

Can’t be fallin off, I can't be fallin for no hoe

Tryna make it on the hills, said I ain't gotta wear no gold

Said I was born in Georgia...on the corner...by the U.G.L.Y Corner (yea) A.T.L.A.N.T.A... 678-404 bed made

A girl head laid now she lookin straight

Food stamps back, ain't no fast food today

Tryna get, eat me the home cooked steak, rice with the bean green fallin out the plate

Said I was born in Georgia, girl imma spoil ya

Where the Falcons don't win but they loyal

Everybody bangin with a whole different gang, but we still together, gotta make it through the rain

A.T.L.A.N.T.A Hard ball baby we ball, (?) pay

678, rent due Section 8. Bro she got respect, get from my plate

School shoes never dirty, momma didn't play

Smoke a blunt at the bus stop, bitch I always late

Skipping class in the hall ways, catching 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, gotta keep my business on the low

Can't be fallin off, can't be fallin for no hoe

Tryna make it on the hills, said I ain't gotta wear no gold

Said I was born in Georgia...on the corner...by the U.G.L.Y Corner (yea) A.T.L.A.N.T.A... 678-404 bed made

Put ya hands up if you from Savannah, put ya hands up if you from Atlanta, put your lighters up if you from Augusta

Hand round yo girl if you know you love her, hand round your man if you know you love him

Salute to Macon and I **** with Columbus

229 Showing love to Albany

I'm from that Peach State, I ain't stuntin no Applebee, (?)