2 Live & Die in The A

[Verse 1]

Uh, yo. Uh, yo. To live and die in the A. Where everyday is Saturday, them bastards play with a sack. No dad to pave the way, they played in the trap. Can’t knock a nigga hustle, million ways to get it and you picked to struggle? Down on your dick you see who really love you. Arguments turned to scuffles. And as we aged, niggas grabbed the gauge. The coolest niggas chilling in the grave. And I’ll be the first to say I’m sad to say the city ain’t full of saints like latter day. Black rage and black mags turn black kids to hashtags. On the outside looking in, they swear we superstars. Pull-up in coupes to bars to flex and stunt, no intentions on getting drunk. Cocky as ever but forever humble, ‘cause we can never forget the jungles we struggled through. Had to rumble, gained respect with your W’s. Any L’s, chalk it up. Put pride in the side you from , when it’s time toss it up. Make a toast for the city that do the most. The Hennessy giving me Castlegate and biscayne memories. Feelin’ me? To live and die in the A!

[Chorus]

To live and die in the A, it’s the place to be. You’ve gotta be there to know it, what everybody wanna see. To live and die in the A, it’s the place to be. You’ve gotta be there to know it, what everybody wanna see. Yeah

[Verse 2]

Uh, yo. They love calling this shit black Hollywood, but hardly could compare. That draco louder than a Harley, or Bob Marley, the city scarred me. And gifts come with curses like birth come with hearses. Your day was written the same day you was given, we ain’t trippin’ just livin’. For the momento, might hoop at central, then hit the mall. Lenox of course, be looking like Hip Hop awards. Star studded, car flooded with cold blooded kids who ain’t expect to see yesterday. Strip you naked just to have it on they resumé. Out of towner’s swear they hip, but we all know it’s a facade. Lame as hell thinking ATL is NewNew and Rashad. But they don’t know no better, thinking we country but we oh so clever. Been runnin’ the game since Bush was fuckin’ with planes. Got everybody tryna run in our lane. And I know you can’t stand it, but Atlanta and the culture one in the same, said Mr.Perfect. The perfect nigga to do this song, with all passion. ‘Cause my pen game like Endgame, see it in live action. To live and die in the A!

[Chorus]

To live and die in the A, it’s the place to be. You’ve gotta be there to know it, what everybody wanna see. To live and die in the A, it’s the place to be. You’ve gotta be there to know it, what everybody wanna see. Yeah

[Verse 3]

Yo. Uh, yo. say. And it wouldn’t be A-T-L-A-N-T-A without the dancers. Shorty’s who went from undergrad to stuffing ones in duffle bags. Initially, majored in nursing. But in hindsight, money and limelight swayed her for certain. It be like that sometimes, don’t judge ‘em though. We love ‘em bro, they just tryna eat. Remember chasing trucks for sweets without no socks on my feet. Now I lock in for weeks to treat beats like strangers on the street. No remorse, of course I snatched it ‘cause they ain’t passing the torch. Got the soul of the Nat in my raps, what we lack in this sport is authenticity. Even my favorites from the town watered down. Divine how I was placed here, my family wasn’t based here. My bones was made here, watched fakers get put in they place here. Hope y’all get used to my back, ‘cause that’s where the city sittin’ at. I’m used to the cap, all these niggas be spittin’ that. Ain’t tripping ‘cause the south embraced the kid. Was destined to win since my daddy brought me down here in ‘98 to live. And I’m gone die in the A!

[Chorus]

To live and die in the A, it’s the place to be. You’ve gotta be there to know it, what everybody wanna see. To live and die in the A, it’s the place to be. You’ve gotta be there to know it, what everybody wanna see. Yeah