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On My Way to GA [Explicit]

Nappy Roots
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(Yo, come on, uh, let's go) I pack my bags, head to the North 40 Acres and a mule, give me two and a Porsche Through this course, a chapter in life with many typos I'm 14, rollin' blunts with my eyes closed Through this window, see blunts filled with indo Wishin' I was high when I heard they killed Sento Wrote it all down like dude in the Memento Turn it all around if it was just that simple Damn, gotta turn it back around 'Cause Midtown is full of punks in power Fiends who jump cowards, a lawyer that hides in Trump Towers Listenin' to him'll have me sleepin' under flowers I'ma pack up my bags for Georgia And gather all the strong and the willin' supporters And tell my niggas rally up right at the borders The beat I source to plow shares Peace 'round the globe and everything else out there On my way back to Georgia On my way back to Georgia On my way back to Georgia On my way back to Georgia It was an altercation on the 42nd floor They kicked us out like Michael, that's aight though We comin' back for blow and psycho Six country niggas blastin' at your shit with rifles By any means necessary, skin it like your lipo 'Cause the game is cutthroat, we forced to grind and learn to hustle We comin' from the slum pole, what should we give a fuck for? We causin' nightmares, the underground and in the ciphers 25-To-lifers, the highway of the righteous Now I'm travelin' across these county lines on suspended license Gettin' jammed up with the sheriff and the pound can be the trifest Crooked county law, damn man that you never ever Ever seen and everything is ridin' on that nigga drivin' Dippin' through the Simpson County, pimpin' in a rental Lincoln Continental, thinkin' country livin' shouldn't seem so simple But my occupation seems to make my mama proud I'm just a blue traveler with my thumb out and I'm headed South On my way back to Georgia On my way back to Georgia On my way back to Georgia On my way back to Georgia I'm puttin' all my past behind me, head South, gon' find me A place where nobody can find me Still grimy, won't be no one around to remind me I ain't shit, blind me with things I can't get Then I'ma raise my seeds to be Christians, musicians Politicians, physicians Visions of better living conditions A jurisdiction with no restrictions What's wrong with this picture? Your people don't get along with ya Plus ain't no banks throwin' loans to this nigga And with this pitchfork, eat the bones that they pitch us While the rich folk keep on gettin' richer Finna take it back 'round to Kentuck', they can't expect much from me But at least I got some people that love me 'Cause buildin' my community was cheap for the gummy I'm just tryna be equal with the people above me Let's go Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn Georgia goddamn