Atlanta

I will always pray for you, Atlanta

Yeah, yeah we crankin' this for all the 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's on, and it's on A-T-L it's on, and it's on, it's on

As I look at you road from the window
Reminiscing on the places that I been yo
On the road doin' shows fuckin' thugged out
Crank the club up get a player 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 the crib yo, I'm in the streets
Doin' shows four nights out the 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
Atlanta, I'll rep for you, I'll always be there for you

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 an Aston Martin
I know sometime it feel like I am just headed for the cheese
And every time you want to 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

Yeah, yeah we crankin' this for all the 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's on, and it's on A-T-L it's on, and it's on, it's on