Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)

This is what I want you to do, right?

Take your shoes off

Goddamn ground is holy

I understand that

(Give me strength, Lord) Lord

(Give me strength, give me strength)

Give me strength Lord

Uh, my choice was the streets, kinda came natural to me

So I'm fishin', trouble comes

I'm dishin' out some shots from the doctor's gun

Got me trapped in this world under this moon and sun

This shit ain't fun or funny, fuck a smile

It's about collecting money

I'm tryin' to take better care of my body

This quarter doctor say, drink more water

But Bacardi got you bent in this bitch

Life sometimes, it's like steppin' in some fucking house shit

Seven years of tears in this game

Made me one of the smallest predators on the Georgian plains

In the fields, in the hills, never picked no cotton

It's the **** with the golden trigger

I'm seein' more planes in the sky at night

Look like UFO's, bet they transportin' them kilos

The drug cartel has swelled out of proportion

On the corner, everyday we endorsin'

The street life is my life, scratchin' to stay on top

I'm rappin' it for my block, Atlanta

You betta have some game in your veins

You better learn this southern slang

That's right, from East Point to Southwest

Southwest to East Point, y'all know what it is

Come on then

I'm hearin' rumors about what your clique gone do

I stepped up like it was cool and confronted his crew

I said, which one of y'all suppose to take me to school?

If you see a lame ****, my **** take his shoes

I'm from East Point Atlanta and we don't fight by rules

You don't know Cool Breeze or Lil' Freddie Calhoun

In this place, the dirty south, where we hit you for a lick

Sell you dreams, nice things, get a big box of bricks

Hustler haters, imitators, think they know Cool Breeze

Ain't jack but a rat on my East Point cheese

I know it irritates yo ears, how I chop these trees

You nothin' but a lame 'round these EPV's

All my enemies who don't know what they jumped in

If a doctor came through once he'll come through again

And when he look and he ask me where everybody is

They didn't believe in your return so they ran for the hills

And I still got that same pain in my chest

My prescription stress, no cess, and wear a Teflon vest

And these **** still try and test

Don't even know me or these Georgia plains

Boy these grounds are holy