95 Atlanta
Alex Faith
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10:45 walking out my door
Fresh Timberlands on the bathroom floor
I'm headed to the city
Me, my partners on the North Side
Plotting on the come up
We gon' make some Gold
My life before I met the Lord was all about a bankroll
Everybody that be talking, pockets really ain't swole
So I mind my business
Player, what you talking about?
I was making moves when I was living at my mama house
I'm riding in the old school
Cruising on the East Side
Listening to Goodie Mob
Everywhere that we ride
I'm headed out to ClayCo where we bumping Urban Legend
Summertime in Riverdale
Ain't nothing you could tell me boy
A-Town, peaches on the plate
Box Chevy, that's a '98
Dominique '92, bassline
World Series, it's Atlanta 95
East Side, raised on the East Side
West Side, I'm still on the West Side
North Side, homies from the North Side
South Side, I got love for the South Side
Hustle City, yeah, fell up out the H (H-Town!)
Culinary killer, bussing head behind some cake
Steal your seat, running late, dripping sauce, eat your steak
Catch ya slipping at the light, and leave Red Velvet on ya plate
Gotta eat, sitting in the slur for weeks
You been talking about the Lord, my lil partner got the key
We gon' buss it back, bring us back a bag
Bring us back a check, trying to get what's mine
Don't care what's next, you try to flex
One hit em with a squat, then lift a ox
Benchpress a haul, heavily involved, heavenly evolved
Got conned up out the smog, and my phone, answering the call
Came up to them clowns, drove around with my guys
I say oop, Alley-Oop, out the booth, I got you
I'm like Bishop, I like you, '92, on the roof
Box Fade, Kid 'N Play, I'm talking Sydney and Sharane
Cause it's a party in my city!
Thank the Lord that we done made it out!
A-Town, peaches on the plate
Box Chevy, that's a '98
Dominique '92, bassline
World Series, it's Atlanta 95
East Side, raised on the East Side
West Side, I'm still on the West Side
North Side, homies from the North Side
South Side, I got love for the South Side
Man, I remember back at the shows
It was basically a garage, a fan, and some sodas.
You know what I'm saying?
Boys standing on crates rapping, rapping for their life man
You know what I mean?
It wasn't about nothing but the music
Wasn't about no lights and fog and guarantees
It was about just making great music
1+1 just equal 2
And that's what we're trying to do
Bring great music back to the city!
I'm in my lane I'm taking it
And not concerned with making it
I do it like I forgot to care who your favorite rapper is
Seem to blow your mind with these lines when you hear me rapping this
So that when you get this album tear it out the package
Creation of this here will make it clear just who my master is
I'm just trying to master this
I am not a pacifist
Treat the beat like Holyfield and hit it with my master fist
Pleasure from the pain, yeah
Sorta like a Master Kit
Cause I'll be where them trader boys
Atlanta Choppers spraying dog
You know I'm being real
So I'm just glad my Mama prayed
South side introduced me to a lot that I ain't know about
Walking through the neighborhood
Get jumped outside my partner's house
Giving you visions of things I seen with my own eyes
City raised me
But it hates me
Submerged like I was baptized
I'm just trying to make this great again and be like that guy
Tom Glavine to this music like Atlanta '95