He's from the a

I'm from where them niggas always packing
And never solo, whenever I'm up in magic
Throwing niggas, got these niggas Michael Jacking
Shawty what's happening, started behind that emp trapping
Atlanta, burning till we hot as fuck
Yeah my nigga we from Atlanta, Atlanta, Atlanta
And she burning till she's hot as fuck

He's from the A, A, A, A
Look... jeans, or waiting in the change
From the A, A, A, A, A

I'm from the A town, A town, man this shit is my playground
20 bricks on the grey hound, smoking out on my A pound
Zone 6 is my stucked ground, ain't east Atlanta but I don't play around
Cash in, this a shake down, when I smash your girl she make sounds
Got a big house with a lake now,
All guessing no break now
A lot of love but a lot of hate
But I know who real and who fake now
Started out, celebrate down, no cd's and tapes whoa
Now I ain't gotta sell weight, and it feels great that I'm scrape now

He's from the A, A, A, A
Look... jeans, or waiting in the change
From the A, A, A, A, A

He's from where them fly girls with good jobs stay at
Educated, independent, women rap floor set
I, I, I, I like gangas, I like hustlas,
Candy painted whip, big wheels with a lot of thug
He love them strip clubs, he make it rain her make it rain too
Standing right beside her, make her drop it like she sposed to
Magic city unless, don't forget diamonds
Been up, up and follys,...

He's from the A, A, A, A
Look... jeans, or waiting in the change
From the A, A, A, A, A

She record this A town shit, bright lights big city
Don't be fooled though, shit's dark around these parts too

He's from the A, A, A, A
Look... jeans, or waiting in the change
From the A, A, A, A, A
I just couldn't tell you about A
He's so deserving of an A, A, A,
And I wouldn't change a thing
About our, from the A