F.I.L.A. - Lil Scrappy

Forever I love Atlanta

Forever I love Atlanta (what!)

Forever I love Atlanta

Forever I love Atlanta (what!)

Forever I love Atlanta

Forever I love Atlanta (what!)

Forever I love Atlanta

Forever I love Atlanta (Fila nigga)

I’m a Grady baby, ATL

And all my life the A been so crunk as hell

You don’t wanna step too close or go too far

Cause where I’m from, shawdy, niggas a beat you down wit they car

Fila, Prada, from my head to my feet

Niggas on the block with the rock they don’t sleep

Man, South Dekalb Mall be the crunkest shit

Or you can roll through Buckhead and go fall on a bitch

I’m a giant ass playa, I’ll stomp on a hater

I’mma pop this shit off from Zone 3 to Decatur

We can gon' back down to where my grandma stay

Depending on the area you better watch what you say

And I don’t care if you over there lookin all crazy

When I get locked up man them broads they wanna save me

This the home of the ass wit the biscuits in it

And the Janes on the street charge mo' than a penny, A!

When it’s grind time let my A shine

When I’m bustin rhymes, smokin pounds

My blood seepin wit Georgia Wine

And niggas don’t love the A like I love the A

I just love the way the A smell everyday

A town to yo' town yeah this how it go

Smokin dro' fuckin' hoes on the city road

When I stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise

Got Fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe

I live for the A, I die for the A

I ride for the A, so fuck what you say

What you know about I-20 to 285

Got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride

G’s up, get yo cheese up, in the classroom crunk

Got bidness 'bout my shit, so I stay super drunk

Ridin' downtown with a shot of tequila

Jon introduced me to the game, I’m hot like reefer

Carry the A on my back like a torture rack

I’mma represent it if you scared to go handle that

Drankin' on crunk, reminiscin' on crunk years

It’s the city of crunk where I shed my tears

Throwin the peace sign up then upside down

A-town off the rip hell yeah I’m proud

Get crunk all day we don’t sleep at night

And if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight

Don’t nobody get crunk in the club like us

And if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush

Even though other niggas think they hard

Ain’t nan harder than Stone Mountain, I swear to God

Yeah y’all love our hoes, you love our gold

Martin Luther King from the A, so I love my home

Westside to Scottdale we all cut hammers

You can catch kids skippin in Underground Atlanta

Yeah