| I guess them pretty blue skies up in Gwinnett County got a disguise
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| I guess your eyes see us on that map and make you think we ain’t a trap
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| But I’m from that North, N-A-W-F
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| North Atlanta, we for real
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| 85 north of Atlanta, home of the Gwinnett County Braves
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| Out-of-towners looking out of place 'round here
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| Think it’s sweet and disappear without a trace
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| Cops on the dash see the plates out of state
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| Apartment complex got a gate but it ain’t
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| Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there’s money to be made
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| You’ll get robbed by somebody underage
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| We don’t rock brands like Vans, only J’s
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| We don’t use words like «hella» or «the bomb»
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| So many celebs that live in Gwinnett
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| Tryna say downtown when they tell you where they from
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| Me, I’m from the 'burbs, never had much, I’m
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| White boy in black Hollywood representing Slum
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| Yeah, I got long hair, I ain’t ZZ Top
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| I got diamonds on my pinky ring and diamonds on my charm
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| I’m incredible like Burt Wonderstone
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| Hurts when its done
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| Wanna battle me and you’ll get murked one-on-one
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| We ain’t on no battle rap
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| We used to rap about our habitat and all the work that we done
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| Camaro convertible, turbo, we’re there with the purple
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| We stand in a circle and puff
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| Got these bitches they go twerking and sucking
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| If you ain’t got 'em fucking then you probably ain’t assertive enough
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| Make your girl have a crush and I’m far from a heartthrob
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| Middle finger up saying fuck Paul Blart
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| Cops got the K9 in the car lot
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| Someone just got shot up at the Marriott Courtyard
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| Sitting in the car shot
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| People scheming to get Lamborghini money
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| They ain’t tryna drive a Dodge Dart
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| Drug deal gone bad up at Wal-Mart
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| Better pay attention when you’re pitching in the ballpark
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| 'Cause
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| These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know
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| Don’t come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll
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| Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold
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| They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold
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| Everybody want some diamonds and gold
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| And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold
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| I know in Georgia, shit ain’t peachy, so fuck what you’ve been told
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| 'Cause when this shit get greezy, we’ve been known to go for broke
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| Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold
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| They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold
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| Everybody want some diamonds and gold
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| And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold
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| Woah
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| From a middle class neighborhood
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| From '94 to '05, I was up in Eagle Point then
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| A lot of people wasn’t born here
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| Moving in and out, never know who the neighbor next door is
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| Drug dealers tryna build clientele
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| So they telling everybody they got it, that shit was short-lived
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| Jack boys get word, kick your door in
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| Duct tape you on the floor, pistol-whip your girlfriend
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| Hit a lick for four grand, now they got some cash to flaunt
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| In high school, used lame kids to practice on
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| Made 'em empty out their pockets
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| Other kids dreaming of being astronauts
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| We were scheming to make a profit
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| The gun that’s underneath the mattress drawn
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| Make it a chance of living half as long
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| A lot of homies from the past is gone
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| You wanna play games? |
| Better train for the triathlon
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| 'Cause ain’t no games round here, ho
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| We ain’t in no dorm room playing beer pong
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| Homies never made it into the millennium
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| Never forget 'em sheddin' tattoo tears for 'em
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| Adam got a life sentence, he in Dooly State Prison
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| Send him money, if he need me then I’m here for him
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| We done smoked so much weed, smoking weed ain’t shit
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| Doing any hard drugs we could get our hands on
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| Man down, he was clean, started fucking with that meth again
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| It wouldn’t be GC without Mexicans
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| Claiming turf, gang signs spray painted on the picket fence
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| They gotta represent what set they in
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| Back in the day it was Breckinridge, Crescent Lake
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| Sweetwater, Saratoga, and The Falls just to name a few
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| So watch the lane you choose, and who you bragging to
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| 'Cause you gon' end up getting robbed in the North
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| These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know
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| Don’t come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll
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| Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold
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| They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold |
| Everybody want some diamonds and gold
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| And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold
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| I know in Georgia, shit ain’t peachy, so fuck what you’ve been told
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| 'Cause when this shit get greezy, we’ve been known to go for broke
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| Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold
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| They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold
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| Everybody want some diamonds and gold
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| And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold
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| Woah
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| We got a young nigga playing with that dope again
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| I’m in the kitchen on that Adderall, focusing
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| I’m on the road, doing shows, with some hoes again
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| I hit the gas a couple times, then I hold it in
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| I’m in the street with the heat on the seat
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| In case I bump into police or I run into my foes again
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| 'Cause I hear them niggas tripping 'bout the flavor that I’m kicking
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| And I’m down to start messing with the gold, you see
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| I been breaking down pounds on them Lortab 10's
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| On a bar and a half, and I’m going back in
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| If you ever see a foreign car sliding on rims
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| Up 85 North that’s him
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| Just drive, I see him, I see him, I see him
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| All black tint, nigga riding Nigerian
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| All white paint, we gon' call it Siberian
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| Loud pack on him, he ain’t no librarian
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| Up from Mexico City, that’s that Norcross area
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| Whole lot of killers gon' need a pallbearer
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| Drinking on brown, got you feeling barbaric
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| Still got a trap spot right on Harrington
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| Still got a trap spot, trappin' on Jimmy
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| I’ma dump the whole clip til it run empty
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| And my license expired, tell Rittz to come get me
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| We the only ones got a key to this city
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| My lawyer’s suppressing the evidence
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| I had some dope in my residence
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| I had some guns in my residence
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| I would not tell on no Mexican, I would not tell on no Mexican!
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| They can indict it, I’ll fight it, I swear to that
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| Shorty don’t like me, I’m piping, I’m arrogant
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| Gambino boss on the North and I carry it
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| We got Mariah, you buying, I’m selling it
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| Tell 'em Rittz
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| These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know
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| Don’t come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll
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| Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold
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| They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold
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| Everybody want some diamonds and gold
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| And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold
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| I know in Georgia, shit ain’t peachy, so fuck what you’ve been told
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| 'Cause when this shit get greezy, we’ve been known to go for broke
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| Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold
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| They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold
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| Everybody want some diamonds and gold
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| And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold
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| Woah |