Lyrics:
My daddy was an honest man just a red dirt Georgia farm boy
My mama spent her young life raisin' kids and bailin' hay
Now I was just fifteen when I
My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen when
There's a reason why the boys pick
The Georgia peaches
We grow where the grass is green
We got homegrown in our jeans
We love country everything
From Alan
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Kill me here tonight
I'll give you all your money
If you'll wait until tomorrow
Then you'll see
But a Georgia boy don't like a thief
There was too much
hard
These bitches that remind me
Stay up all ma hustle hard
'Cause people love to see you fail
Hate to see you gettin' green
Envy's got a shitty
anyone can see my new celebrity is you
When Steve McQueen and bennie Green (34) and
Geoffrey Beane (35)
Tried handing Joey Bushkin (36) a laugh
Both
her throat now she giving me neck
feel like DJ Moore Georgia boy pull out TEC's (Tech)
Boy steady dissin' and sendin' me threats I don't give a fuck
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
Al Green melodies for times that we need hope
Eb & Ivory mags and wine bottles on the table
Broken down caddies parked on the side, 'til they repo
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
shooting for Georgia Tech, like my name was Eddie Elisma
Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me
What's left to see, is
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
Georgia nigga
I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga
I got a, couple girls who gon' come fuck
I gotta, see the money time to come up
I gotta,
these pussy niggas
They all singing like Al Green
We well respected, well connected
My money long and my tires clean
Gold rimes in my Aston Martin
No
talkin' shit (shit)
But this ain't what the fuck you want
Locked my CEO up
Now it's back to coca'
Niggas talkin shit bruh
Hang him by the ropa
Hit
talkin' shit (shit)
But this ain't what the fuck you want
Locked my CEO up
Now it's back to coca'
Niggas talkin shit bruh
Hang him by the ropa
Hit
Wit another heavy Chevy
Big dope boys and trap
All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flying
But I stay down to I'm
(Aye, lemme get a 8th a dat,)
(You know what I'm sayin' pourin' up by da treys)
(Yea aye what ya sippin' boy, aye what ya sippin' boy)
(Zone 1,
wow them boys is,
What it do, homie, callin' this our era
2007, we can print our face on paper
Greenbacks, boy, guaranteed to feel that
By any means,
need to hear right now man
Something you probably ain't said in a while
Broadcasting live from Atlanta Georgia tonight people
Got my man hailing all
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowery mountains to the south belt by the shore
She's mighty tall
podemos comer (la presión)
Tú 'tás dura sin ir al gym, taco' Louboutin (sí)
Maquillaje de Sephora, panties de Supreme (Supreme)
Tu celular y tu corazón
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