I will always pray for you, Atlanta



Yeah, yeah we crankin' this for all tha G's on the east side

We doin' this for all the Gangstas on the west side

We doin this for all the kings on the south side

Yo, and it's on A-T-L and it's on

A-T-L, A-T-L it't on, and it's on ATL it's on, and it's on, it's on



As I look at you road from the window

Reminesing on the places that I been yo

On the road doin' shows fuckin' thugged out

Crank tha club up get a playa drug out

This is clear though, on the road pleasin' my fans

From city to city sometimes it's hard man

My girl is 'bound to have me trippin though

She tellin me she love me more than I will ever know

I miss tha crib yo, I'm in the streets

Doin' shows four nights out tha week

Yeah, sometimes the king misses his own throne

Pastor Troy and I miss home, A-T-L



Atlanta, I'll rep for you, I'll always be there for you [2X]



I done seen more hotels than my house

I done seen my home boy running his mouth

I know it sound crazy but baby understand

Every night I'm out at least ten grand

So we can rock Louis Vuitton and have fun

While puttin up a college fun for my son

And when we sip we sip Dom Perignon

And when we dip it's ?

I know sometime it feel like I am just headed for the cheese

And everytime you wanna chill it's like I up and gotta leave

But baby I am your king and the crib is my throne

I can't wait 'till I get back home, to A-T-L



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