SouthWest ATlanta Lyrics

Southwest Atlanta, home of the J's Jumped off the porch, we were under age

Blowing haze in the days, going through a phase Always in some trouble where I stay, but I pray

Ain't no telling, we were taught to take it to the grave

Too many real ones, either dead or locked up in a cage

Watching all the OG's, so this the path I paved

Mandate, lame rat niggas seeking praise

I had to weed while my lil' cousin trap rocked

Head on a swivel, so you know the strap cocked

Watching out for all these haters and them rap ops

Filling up the safe, got the game on padlock

Break down dimes in between times, slap box

Get it in from the front street to back block

Never keep no lame shit, cut the crap doc

Ain't letting up, I'm on their head like a headshot

Southwest Atlanta, home of the plague

Jumped off the porch to an upgrade

They mad that I'm paid, hoping that my luck fade

Haters mad every time they see them books made

Steel player to the bone, once again his own

God bless the child with his own

Ain't doing too much talking, I'm grown

Trying to get the ice and cream, no cone

Trying to righting all my wrongs, hey now don't condone

But still blowing on that strong, cuz it's my cologne

I'm with your hoe, I'm getting blown like a trombone

I run it back like Jerome on that one song

I tell these niggas cut the check like Jenny

Trying to get the cash like Quentin

Get it in, rain, sleet, snow, sunny

Hard head shit, we just want some money

When niggas owe you something, they start acting funny

Ball on them shit, I feel like I'm Brennan

Pig and fat, put me on my first hunnit

Summertime whipside, Earth Sunday

Southwest Atlanta, home of the brave

When I jumped off the porch, it was shade

Nigga triple drown, trying to catch a wave

Nigga pillow talking, trying to get laid

Stand down, on switch, up a trade

Stand down, when niggas left shit, I stayed

Keep a couple whips and chains like a slave

Hustle flip the daily double like Dave