Robbed in Atlanta - Ryan Carter

I told, I told, ay ay, I told you

Class in the morning, they hate me bad

Call me names, beat my ass

No father, they laughed at that

All my life, all is sad, all is bad

In my dreams

Had no cash, or no friends

Hurt me bad, people suicide like that

Dropped some albums, life got good

They speak my name in Hollywood

The rep I gained, I’ll uphold

I’m passing gas, it smell like mold

We overload the color code

'Member I was a joke

'Member when clubbin' jack

They’ll be taking all of my gold!

Getting robbed in Atlanta

Twisting my arm til it shatter

Credit cards and my cell phone

Hitting my head with the Magnum

Black Male, bantam

White Male holding a Spandau

I’m singing like Hannah Montana

Drug dealers and gang bangers

Black Male, bantam

White Male holding a Spandau

Lips swole, Jay-Z

Memoir, shanty

Praying for a vigilante

Now I’m crying for Granny

He told me, pull up my panty

Hope you people understand me

I don’t want to feel intimidated, I, I, no, no, no

I don’t want to feel intimidated, I, I, no, no, no

TAKING ALL OF MY GOLD!

Getting robbed in Atlanta

Twist my arm, kick my dick, stomp my ass (MY GOLD!)

Credit cards, day planner

Wake up in Karachi shit, hardliner (TAKING ALL OF MY GOLD!)

Whole bunch of bullshit

They be stomping my ass out and laughing, shit

They be pullin out guns on my ass, shit

I got plenty of shit in my Jockey’s, run 'for they blast and shit

Black Male, bantam

White Male holding a Spandau