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F*ck Da City Up

T.I.

Fuck Da City Up

2012

Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta bitch
So fly, so gangsta, gutter, glamorous
We living out your fantasies, suckas can't handle this
They know we run

Blinded by the Sun

Everlast

White Trash Beautiful [Japan Bonus Track]

2004

for all the things I've done
I lost my mind, my eyes were blinded by the sun
Don't forsake me Lord, I'm not the only one
I lost my mind, my eyes were

Lost my pickup in a card game in New Orleans
Lost my girl to a stranger in L.A.
Left my dreams in a motel in Atlanta
And I guess I lost my mind along

when they got me
I heard he was speaking on my name

Well let me tell you the truth
I ain't nothing like how no saint be
I'm just doing right by these

Jack Candy

The Walkabouts

New West Motel

1993

This is a story that I've prayed to tell X2
About the day they drove him from this town
About the day I lost: Jack Candy

I was walkin' up to Jack

cotton in my mouth
My whole body's aching but I got
To make them big wheels roll
I got to be in Florida by tomorrow
Morning with a full heavy load
I got

American Way

Little River Band

Where We Started From

2001

I've seen God's children in trailer parks
Seen Caddies cruisin' for movie stars
A ruby saddle in a neon sky
And a southern town even time passed

harder for those I lost as the years turned (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You can catch me movin' from south Atlanta to Lilburn (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If I move 21,

on talking and
I ain't flexin' my momma's money
And I fucked your girlfriend ain't that shit funny
My shit go harder than Atlanta
Got hoes flying over from

times on the drip
I kept it a buck these bitches play games
Im peepin the subs
It's real Atlanta I come with the ana
Just puttin ya down is you Picking it

gone ride for what’s mine
Lost Game By The Quarter but I still got pride
My past has really taught me a lot so I’m still at my prime
When I make it

We can go to Canada or to Havana
But baby pack your bags
Cuz we getting out of Atlanta

Let's go somewhere foreign
We'll sail the seven seas forget our

Over Here

Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik, Vol. 3

2019

trailer to the booth's alligator
And a high rise over the streets
Ran through the dirty South in cleats
Never lost touch, never got beat
Lot of rappers

Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z

Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine

Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]

Now

know what I'm tripping for
Winning, pop my clip in, score
You don't wanna see me step through that door
Witness evil seeping through my pores
Lost my

it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In

Dat Side

Kanye West

No Dope on Sundays

2017

In here with all my jewels like I'm a Rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I'm from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I'm

or sacred song meter
Just a sect of lost souls seeking to be saved
Found peace in the church of the concrete wave

Jojo, his father couldn't put down

Redundant. Pungent with failure
False accusations of sailors pirating trailers
Packed chock-full of plants that grow to be tailors
Trees sewing sleeves to be

I got a scar on my forehead
When I was three and I was sledding
Hit a trailer full speed coulda been dead
Lucky I was fine, same time, broke my

stomach looking lean
But No not me
Already stung by that bee
Was a prisoner of war
But now I'm free
Like a guy named Stacy
Got on with life
Got out

spray paint
We used to smoke on the green after the Sun hit the hay
And made it home by nine or daddy's temper would blaze
In them high-school front

it all you heard was the shots
His body dropped blood all on my fender and the Monoblocks
Repossessed by the cops ended up on auction blocks
My third

feelings running in a maze
Somewhere ducked off in the A
That's Atlanta,
Sippin hard by the Fanta by the Rockstar
Protect myself at all cost
Tellem that I'm