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Womatic Bizzy Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low Can't be falling off, I can't be falling for no ho Tryna make it on the Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner, by the U-G-L-Y corner (Yeah) A-T-L-A-N-T-A (Yeah) 678, 404, bed made I get my bed made, nigga, now I'm straight I ain't even gotta starve, I ain't hungry, I done ate Got me feeling like a star when I walk up in the place I ain't got time to play, put them hundreds in your face Put them hundred in your face, okay, okay Put 'em in your bae face, okay, oh yay We smokin' on gas, they smokin' hay And I'm ride down the Nat in a drop-top Wraith, shout out to Chainz Shout out to my mama, yes, I love her like no other Shout out to my brother, we rose up out that gutter And shout out to my sister, I miss you, you know I love you And shout out to my glizzy for never jamming up on me Shout out to the East Side, West Side, South Side Shouts out to the young niggas thuggin' that's outside SongtexteSaid I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low Can't be falling off, I can't be falling for no ho Tryna make it on the Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner, by the U-G-L-Y corner (Yeah) A-T-L-A-N-T-A (Yeah) 678, 404, bed made I'm from where the rent kinda low and you sleep on the floor And the stick in the crib and the pit by the door Long johns with the shorts even when it ain't cold Seen a lot of shit that no one ever told In Georgia, Ray Charles (Ray Charles) On the corner (On the corner), eight ball (Eight ball) Fifteen (Fifteen), AR (AR) I'm from the 'partments, never held a rake at all (Nah) We used to put the paper cups in the dish water Trap jumpin' like Vince Carter Ride MARTA Shit, every Friday, Chris Tucker I treat the streets like my big brother (True) ATL (L), barbecue sauce in my fingernail (Yeah) We gon' set it off to the right, to the left (Left) And I'ma rep the state 'til I run out of breath, yeah Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low Can't be falling off, I can't be falling for no ho Tryna make it on the Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner, by the U-G-L-Y corner (Yeah) A-T-L-A-N-T-A (Yeah) 678, 404, bed made My girl hair layed, now she looking straight Food stamps back, ain't no fast food today Tryna get big, need a home-cooked steak Rice with the beans, greens falling off the plate Said I was born in Georgia, grandma spoil ya Where the Falcons never win, but they loyal Everybody banging with a whole different gang But we stick together, gotta make it through the rain A-T-L-A-N-T-A Hardball baby, we ball, cancer patient 678, rent due, Section 8 First you got respect, get from my plate School shoes never dirty, mama didn't play Smoke a blunt at the bus stop, bitch, always late Skippin' class, in the hallway catchin' a play I'm tryna make it to the top, I ain't got time to wait Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low Can't be falling off, I can't be falling for no ho Tryna make it on the Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner, by the U-G-L-Y corner (Yeah) A-T-L-A-N-T-A (Yeah) 678, 404, bed made Put your hands up if you from Savannah Put your hands up if you from Atlanta Put your lighters up if you from Augusta Hand 'round your girl if you know you love her Hand 'round your man if you know you love him Salute to Macon and I fuck with Columbus 229, showing love to Albany I'm from the Peach State, I ain't stuntin' no Applebee's, tea Aus Songtexte Mania