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My daddy was an honest man just a red dirt Georgia farm boy
My mama spent her young life raisin' kids and bailin' hay
Now I was just fifteen when I
My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen when
There’s a reason why the boys pick
The Georgia peaches

We grow where the grass is green
We got homegrown in our jeans
We love country everything
From Alan
Montgomery
Battle devil down 
In Georgia
By the time 
We get to Phoenix 
You'll be 
Rocky mountain high

If you buy us a round
We won't turn it down
Come
On a ship to the great unknown 
Two boys for every girl 
You had never been away from home 
You were drinking something really green 
Hopping around like
Heard he talkin' shit 
But this ain't what the fuck he want
Locked my C.E.O. up
Now it's back to coka
Niggas talkin shit bruh, 
Hang him by a ropa
the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em
the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em
hard
These bitches that remind me
Stay up all ma hustle hard
'Cause people love to see you fail
Hate to see you gettin' green
Envy's got a shitty
Wit another heavy Chevy
Big dope boys and trap
All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flying
But I stay down to I'm
the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em
the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so
bye to my folks as I pack my clothes
Mama don’t cry I was born to go
You gonna see my name in the big city lights
And daddy you know your boy will be
(Aye, lemme get a 8th a dat,)
(You know what I'm sayin' pourin' up by da treys)
(Yea aye what ya sippin' boy, aye what ya sippin' boy)
(Zone 1,
these pussy niggas
They all singing like Al Green
We well respected, well connected
My money long and my tires clean
Gold rimes in my Aston Martin
No
Georgia nigga
I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga

I got a, couple girls who gon' come fuck
I gotta, see the money time to come up
I gotta,
And the turn tables turn and that AL Greens plays
I see my mother's Afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
And my poppa just left the house, in
burn 
And the turn tables turn and that AL Greens plays
I see my mother's Afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
And my poppa just left
burn 
And the turn tables turn and that AL Greens plays
I see my mother's Afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
And my poppa just left
shooting for Georgia Tech, like my name was Eddie Elisma
Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me
What's left to see, is
fucking knot split
Grab the green from Al by showing him hot grits (no one)
Ain't nobody iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313
No one, no one is
and lies both spray together
My mind scream like Al Green "Let's Stay Together"
How could a nigga be so scared of change
That's what you hustle for, for
duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
Right by my side kickin up dust
co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!

(singing)


Flies all green an'