[Verse 1]
With all my southern soul has to offer
I speak upon the situation y'all have not acknowledged
Enough and yes i do it for the Chattahoochee water
And the oaks and Georgia forest that will hold me more than father
I do it for my enemies and partners
I do it for the truest side of music that's forgotten
I do it for the genius side of music in Atlanta and i'll be damned if i bothered by a nigga with a problem
No longer art it's just some people and their poison
Say you in the trap but that's not really where you boys be
Niggas wear a mask for the hood rich glory to be posted up on Noisey where that stupid ass noise be
Snorting coke and popping pussy is destroying the fabric
Why are advocating Vice for entertainment?
And they should be ashamed when they must taint a million brains because they want a couple clicks
Are you ordained to work for satan?
Turn around my Nigga look at pictures you be painting
So much power lies between the people and creation
But we just want money, So we all get to faking
Talking bout our ties with haitians and the streets so we could make it
Pray for Atlanta everybody wanna make it
The blackest city most of us would thrive but there's a matrix
Caucasians getting paid to magnify the things that make us see each other as opponents it's a source of self hatred
"I'm fresher than you nigga, you can't pop more bottles than me in Magic City man get your paper up nigga!"
Its the type of shit to get your ego on alarm
Make you turn around and sell some crack to someone's mum
Make you think that you gon have a fivesome at the prom
Get one shorty pregnant you not ready so you run
You don't even like her you don't even think she's pretty
And now she strips and she can't even work at Magic City
I did an interview with Kyle Kramer
He asked me how I think I'm gonna fit into Atlanta
I told I'm the side that's been forgotten by the clamor of the trashy motherfuckers degrading the city standard
The shit is really getting outta hand I'm
Gonna be the weirdest thing so niggas from my city won't feel like club hits are something that has to go in tandem to make it in Atlanta
Pray for Atlanta
With all my southern soul has to offer
I speak upon the situation y'all have not acknowledged
Enough and yes i do it for the Chattahoochee water
And the oaks and Georgia forest that will hold me more than father
I do it for my enemies and partners
I do it for the truest side of music that's forgotten
I do it for the genius side of music in Atlanta and i'll be damned if i bothered by a nigga with a problem
No longer art it's just some people and their poison
Say you in the trap but that's not really where you boys be
Niggas wear a mask for the hood rich glory to be posted up on Noisey where that stupid ass noise be
Snorting coke and popping pussy is destroying the fabric
Why are advocating Vice for entertainment?
And they should be ashamed when they must taint a million brains because they want a couple clicks
Are you ordained to work for satan?
Turn around my Nigga look at pictures you be painting
So much power lies between the people and creation
But we just want money, So we all get to faking
Talking bout our ties with haitians and the streets so we could make it
Pray for Atlanta everybody wanna make it
The blackest city most of us would thrive but there's a matrix
Caucasians getting paid to magnify the things that make us see each other as opponents it's a source of self hatred
"I'm fresher than you nigga, you can't pop more bottles than me in Magic City man get your paper up nigga!"
Its the type of shit to get your ego on alarm
Make you turn around and sell some crack to someone's mum
Make you think that you gon have a fivesome at the prom
Get one shorty pregnant you not ready so you run
You don't even like her you don't even think she's pretty
And now she strips and she can't even work at Magic City
I did an interview with Kyle Kramer
He asked me how I think I'm gonna fit into Atlanta
I told I'm the side that's been forgotten by the clamor of the trashy motherfuckers degrading the city standard
The shit is really getting outta hand I'm
Gonna be the weirdest thing so niggas from my city won't feel like club hits are something that has to go in tandem to make it in Atlanta
Pray for Atlanta
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