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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
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
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
your boy will be alright
I thought the big city life was the place for me
But things ain’t always what they cracked up to be
Fell flat on my back such
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
(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,
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
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,
crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my collar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing

By 18
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
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
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
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
parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way
parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way
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