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Stuntin' on the low so they feel better
Damn, why they hatin' on a real nigga?
East side Atlanta where they kill niggas
I was in a coma but I stayed with you

Soundin' like a board scratch
Rappers are like ants to me
I stab 'em in the thorax
Lyrically a metaphor
Atlanta's only troubadour
Face it only seen by a few

I’m a Death Star kept afar
Boy in a room door ajar
Keepin scars writin bars
Stayin wasted the world is ours
Too hot to trot too lost to just rot

You'll always be in my life
But I know that when you're with me
You were lost
So lost
So lost
So lost
So lost

Now I'm sitting in here down in Atlanta
Last

panic
By my heart i got so many damages
I pour the lean in a fanta keep me from Rambling, i flew to vegas went back to Atlanta but i wasn't gambl...

time but right now
It's just not for me
But when I fly down south I know
It's 74 in Atlanta
It's 74 in Atlanta
And I know
That if I for-forget my roots

Yeah
If you think you got it
You don't got it
You just lost it yeah 
The more you know
The more you know you don't know
And your mind is clear
If you

motherfucking Jada, look

Damn, life against the odds
Finally got a plug, lost the feds, he got robbed
Damn, since I been running with the mob
Ain't none but

Brooklyn lost one, I don't even know the homie
Still runnin' from my demons, there's an omen on me
Like that time they tried to charge my first born with

she hit it she start rollin coal
Sit tall trailer haul louder than a sawed off
We can sling a truck through the field until the cops is lost 
I don't

Eyeball Kid

Tom Waits

Mule Variations

1999

wanted was a showbiz child

The seventh of December, nineteen-forty-nine
They got what they'd been wishing for all of the time
He grew up in a trailer, by

because of your good words
You will not be saved because of your good deeds
You are saved by Jesus Christ (yeah)

I'm a county jail revival
I'm

Atlanta
Going out like a youngin
Death before dishonor every nigga
With me they dumping
Pussy niggas don't want smoke we
Bend yo corner nigga
Out the top

Shoutout to CASTLEBEAT on this one by the way
We reporting live from Castle Hill
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Man this shit is crazy, feel like I ain’t do this in a while
Last

Time flies by, days gone by wondering why I'm here
On the side, part time job got me thinking my fears
Tried to cry, won't deny but there weren't no

Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like

Amarillo

Kathy Mattea

Lonesome Standard Time

1992

and a sigh

Now I got him pass that redhead in Atlanta
Lord, I walked all over that black eyed Cajun Queen
But outside Amarillo, he found his thrill I tell you

Walk On By

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

Speak on it man 

Verse 1-Fat Joe 

This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas 

for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters

All I Know

Jazze Pha

From tha Roota to tha Toota

2002

teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy

of his mother
I could tell by the way he was looking at her that it wasn’t me he was after

She followed him to his trailer
And left me waiting by

You know the only thing we murder is the beats 'round here
Unless it's coming from the cops, it's peace 'round here
Cease fire for the lost ones when

finish me off
Before I could start

The best like a canvas I blessed it with art
I come off as dumb but I'm really too smart
Met this lost women she played

Might finish me off
Before I could start

The best like a canvas I blessed it with art 
I come off as dumb but I'm really too smart 
Met this lost women

Montana, nigga try and play with my sis
Do a bitch just like Montana, introduce her to my friend
Lost my bitch stay in Atlanta, I ain't been to Georgia since