I always pray for you, Atlanta
Yeah, yeah, we crankin' this for all tha G's on the side We doin' this for all the Gangstas on the side We doin' this for all the kings on the south Yo, and on ATL and it's on ATL, ATL It's on, and it's on ATL it's on, and it's on, on
As I look at you from the window Reminising on the that I been yo On the road doin' shows fuckin' out Crank tha up get a playa drug out
This is clear though, on the pleasin' my fans From city to sometimes it's hard man My girl is to have me trippin' though She tellin' me she love me more than I ever know
I miss tha yo, I'm in the streets Doin' shows nights out tha week Yeah, the king misses his own throne Pastor Troy and I home, ATL
Atlanta, rep for you I'll be there for you Atlanta, rep for you I'll be there for you
I done more hotels than my house I seen my home boy runnin' his mouth I know it sound crazy but baby, night, I'm out at least ten grand
So we can rock Louis and have fun While up a college fun for my son And we sip we sip Dom Perignon And when we dip, [Incomprehensible]
I know sometime it like I am just headed for the cheese And every time you wanna chill like I up and gotta leave But baby, I am your king and the is my throne I can't wait I get back home, to ATL
Atlanta, rep for you always be there for you Atlanta, rep for you always be there for you, yeah, yeah