This is what I want you to do, Take your off Goddamn ground is holy, I that
Give me strength Lord, Give me strength, me strength Give me strength
My choice was the streets, kinda natural to me So I'm fishin', trouble I'm dishin' out some shots from the gun Got me trapped in this world under moon and sun
Shit ain't fun or funny, fuck a smile, it's 'bout collectin' I'm to take better care of my body this quarter Doctor say more water but Bacardi got you bent in this bitch Life sometimes is like steppin' in some fuckin' house
Seven years of in the game Made me one of the smallest predictors on this Georgia In the fields, in the hills, picked no cotton It's the nigga wit that trigga
I'm seein' planes in the sky at night Look UFO's, think they transportin' dem kilo's The drug cartel has swelled out of On the everyday we indorsin'
The street is my life, scratchin' to stay on top I'm it for my block, Atlanta You betta some game in yo' veins You betta learn this slang
That's right, from Point to Southwest Southwest to East Point, y'all know it is on in
I'm hearin' rumors about what yo' clique do I stepped up like it was cool and confronted his I said, "Now which one of y'all suppose to me to school?" If you see a lame nigga, take his shoes
I'm from East Point, Atlanta, we don't by rules You don't know Cool or lil' Freddy Calhoun In this place, the south, we'll hit ya for a lick Sell you dreams, things and it be a box of bricks
Most haters, imitators, think they know Cool Ain't but a rat on my East Point cheese I know it irritates yo' ears, how I chop trees? You nothin' but a lame 'round EPV's
All my enemies who don't what they jumped in If the came through once, he'll come through again And when look and he ask me everybody is They didn't believe in your return so ran for the hills
And I still got same pain in my chest My stress, no cess and wear a Teflon vest And niggas still try and test Don't even me or these Georgia plains Boy these are holy