SouthWest ATlanta

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