95 Atlanta

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Alex Faith] 10:45 walking out my door Fresh Timberlands on the bathroom floor I'm headed to the city Me, my partners on the North Side Plotting on the come up We gon' make some Gold My life before I met the Lord was all about a bankroll Everybody that be talking, pockets really ain't swole So I mind my business Player, what you talking about? I was making moves when I was living at my mama house I'm riding in the old school Cruising on the East Side Listening to Goodie Mob Everywhere that we ride I'm headed out to ClayCo where we bumping Urban Legend Summertime in Riverdale Ain't nothing you could tell me boy [Hook: Alex Faith] A-Town, peaches on the plate Box Chevy, that's a '98 Dominique '92, bassline World Series, it's Atlanta 95 East Side, raised on the East Side West Side, I'm still on the West Side North Side, homies from the North Side South Side, I got love for the South Side [Verse 2: Corey Paul] Hustle City, yeah, fell up out the H (H-Town!) Culinary killer, bussing head behind some cake Steal your seat, running late, dripping sauce, eat your steak Catch ya slipping at the light, and leave Red Velvet on ya plate Gotta eat, sitting in the slur for weeks You been talking about the Lord, my lil partner got the key We gon' buss it back, bring us back a bag Bring us back a check, trying to get what's mine Don't care what's next, you try to flex One hit em with a squat, then lift a ox Benchpress a haul, heavily involved, heavenly evolved Got conned up out the smog, and my phone, answering the call Came up to them clowns, drove around with my guys I say oop, Alley-Oop, out the booth, I got you I'm like Bishop, I like you, '92, on the roof Box Fade, Kid 'N Play, I'm talking Sydney and Sharane Cause it's a party in my city! Thank the Lord that we done made it out! [Hook: Alex Faith] A-Town, peaches on the plate Box Chevy, that's a '98 Dominique '92, bassline World Series, it's Atlanta 95 East Side, raised on the East Side West Side, I'm still on the West Side North Side, homies from the North Side South Side, I got love for the South Side [Interlude: Corey Paul] Man, I remember back at the shows; it was basically a garage, a fan, and some sodas. You know what I'm saying? Boys standing on crates rapping, rapping for their life man, you know what I mean? It wasn't about nothing but the music, wasn't about no lights and fog and guarantees; it was about just making great music; 1+1 just equal 2, And that's what we're trying to do, bring great music back to the city! [Verse 3: Alex Faith] I'm in my lane I'm taking it And not concerned with making it I do it like I forgot to care who your favorite rapper is Seem to blow your mind with these lines when you hear me rapping this So that when you get this album tear it out the package Creation of this here will make it clear just who my master is I'm just trying to master this I am not a pacifist Treat the beat like Holyfield and hit it with my master fist Pleasure from the pain, yeah Sorta like a Master Kit Cause I'll be where them trader boys Atlanta Choppers spraying dog You know I'm being real So I'm just glad my Mama prayed South side introduced me to a lot that I ain't know about Walking through the neighborhood Get jumped outside my partner's house Giving you visions of things I seen with my own eyes City raised me But it hates me Submerged like I was baptized I'm just trying to make this great again and be like that guy Tom Glavine to this music like Atlanta '95