ClayCo

[Verse 1: J. Monty]
My mama, she loved me, my daddy did too
My brother we fought cause it wasn't nothing left to do
Had all that we wanted, had all that we need
Ain't worry for nothing we always knew we would eat
But Still as a youngin' places I wouldn't go
See I'm from Jonesboro, Jonesboro, Jobo
That's Tara Bully, Mt. Zion, Main Street that's Keystone
That's Forest Park, Riverdale, Morrow true to ClayCo
Clayton, oh Clayton we good but we mixed
We hood but we rich
Got woods, we got bricks
Here's a story of Monty who came from a home
Whose family was straight, but seemed we was sho nuff alone
In Clay Co

[Hook: J. Monty]
They runnin', they ridin',they busting, they hidin' they pullin' up with it all night
They fitted, they standing, they sitting, they planning on killing my brothers on sight (pop, pop)
We livin', we dying, we giving, we trying don't speak about it if you don't know
Lemme take you down Valley hill, 85, Kendrick Road
Plenty mo' places to go in ClayCo
ClayCo (x7)

[Verse 2: Alex Faith]
All I ever really wanted was a Chevy on some 24's
Smoking black & milds for miles we traveling down to JoBo
No leather on the seat don't want no smell we rolling down windows
On Tara Blvd at Flint River don't act like you ain't know
Its hard to talk about all of the ratchet things that I done did
At home I never let them know ain't want to be no problem kid
Smoking gas and chasing fast little girls that's what the problem is
7th grade my life went straight an ending sight I got convinced
A little older things are colder switching up the company
The teachers ain't been teaching me no mo' man what they want from me
Can't wait until the summer time on Homewood Dr. the summer's mine
My mama's house we staying now
No problems man it's going down
They took our accreditation in '08 and '09
They basically said all of y'all can go to prison or die
Boy I was a senior so that meant twelve years just got wasted
That meant no college, no future but we stood up and we faced it in Clay Co

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J. Monty]
At home it was church and reading books
School it was work with thieves and crooks
At home it was son why your pants hanging
School J-Roc is you gang banging?
Sunday I'm in church with my family making disciples
Monday I'm in school getting jumped by Gangster disciples
As I grew up quick the hood grew close to my property
Daddy tried to shield me but it start to rub off on me
They tore down projects in Atlanta they ain't know where to go
So they packed up all they stuff and they moved down to ClayCo

[Verse 4: Alex Faith]
Move from the East to the South side player
Selling small house for a mountain kinda major
They gentrify now we stacking paper
By to the hood now I'm saying see ya later
Little did I know the hood ain't local but a state of mind
We got up out the city found it's rougher on the southern side
Falling victim to the circumstance public schools provides
Down in Clayton County I was running with them other guys
You disrespected Riverdale we was coming to your side of town
Your schools, your neighborhood so we gon' sing it one more time

[Hook] (x2)