Courtney Orlando - 95 Atlanta lyrics

[Verse 1: Alex Faith] 10:45 walkin' out my door Fresh Timberlands on the bathroom floor I'm headed to the city Me, my patnas on the North Side Plottin' on the come up We gon' make some Gold My life before I met the Lord was all about a bankroll Everybody that be talkin, pockets really ain't swole So I mind my business Playa what you talkin bout? I was makin moves when I was livin at my mama house I'm ridin' in the old school Cruisin' on the East Side Listenin' to Goodie Mob Everywhere that we ride I'm headed out to ClayCo where we bumpin Urban Legend Summertime in Riverdale Ain't nun' you could tell me boy [Hook: Alex Faith] A-Town, peaches on the plate Box Chevy, that's a '98 Dominique '92, ba**line World Series, it's Atlanta 95 East Side, raised on the East Side West Side, I'm still on the West Side North Side, homies from the North Side South Side, I got love for the South Side [Verse 2: Corey Paul] Hustle City Fell up out the H Culinary k**a bussin' head behind some cake Steal your seat Runnin' late Drippin' sauce Eat your steak Catch ya' slippin at the light, and leave Red Velvet on ya' plate Gotta eat Sittin in the slur for weeks You been talkin' bout the Lord My lil patna' got the key We gon' buss it back, bring us back a back Bring us back a check, tryna get what's mine Don't care what's next, you try to flex One hit em wit' a squat, then lift a ox Benchpress a haul Heavily involved Heavenly evolved Got conned' up out the smog And my phone Answerin the call Came up to them clowns Drove down with my guys I say oop Alley-Oop Out the booth I got you I'm like Bishop I like you '92 on the roof Box Fade, Kid 'N Play I'm talkin' Sydney and Sherane Cause it's a party in my city Thank the Lord that we done made it out [Hook: Alex Faith] A-Town, peaches on the plate Box Chevy, that's a '98 Dominique '92, ba**line World Series, it's Atlanta 95 East Side, raised on the East Side West Side, I'm still on the West Side North Side, homies from the North Side South Side, I got love for the South Side [Interlude: Corey Paul] Man, I remember back at the shows It was basically a garage, a fan, and some sodas You know what I'm sayin, boys standin' on crates rappin' Rappin' for they life mayne, you know what I mean It wasn't bout' nun' but the music, wasn't bout the lights and fog and Gary T's It was about just makin' great music 1+1 just equal 2 And that's what we tryna do, bring great music back to the city [Verse 3: Alex Faith] I'm in my lane I'm takin' it And not concerned with makin' it I do it like I forgot to care who your favorite rapper is Seem to blow your mind with these lines when you hear me rappin' this So that when you get this album tear it out the package Creation of this here will make it clear just who my master is I'm just tryna master this I am not a pacifist Treat the beat like Holyfield and hit it with my master fist Pleasure from the pain Sorta like a Master Kit Cause I'll be where them trader boys Atlanta Choppers sprayin' dog You know I'm being real So I'm just glad my Mama prayed South side introduced me to a lot that I ain't know about Walk into the neighborhood Get jumped outside my Patna' house Giving you visions of things I seen with my own eyes City raised me But it hates me Submerged like I was baptized I'm just tryna make this great again and be like that guy Tom Glavine to this music like Atlanta '95