Yo...
Sometimes you just gotta ride

Verse 1
I'm headed to Savannah
The sun rise there
And somethin’ tells me that I should be somewhere near
I met somebody daughter and played in her water
The lake was too salty and I'm not Kyle Copper

I was born hard in the paint where the stars aint died
Just to find out that what they buy aint right
And then I found me startin to go the same route
I do this for the love, you can throw the fame out

A chair is still a chair even when it change house
And I am hip hop even when I claim south
What you think we all live
If not we are fighting for the same damn spot

Gone..do the stanky leg
It’s better than talking about shootin people in the head
I’m headin out to Oakland
the sun lies there
and somethin tells me that I should be somewhere near

Chorus
Got five more years, gettin no where fast
Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (do you go.)
Big trucks roll through might blow their horns
They glad cuz they goin to Florida (do you go...)
My neighbors overseas and they fightin like hell
I can smell it from across the border (do you go..)
(I wonder where in the world do you go..)


Verse 2
Just like you thought it wasn’t gon’ bop
Yup..Its how I know it wasn’t gon’ flop
Sometimes you got to give it all you got
Even though a few folk keep wishin that you stop

But after that another classic we gon’ drop
And I aint talkin about no fancy mansion or no yacht
Just a quarter pound of pot on my 40 acre lot
With my caddy couper drop and a range rover spot
I mean sport, sometimes I lose my train of thought
but I’m back again and promise that every track is hot
We gon hit some traffic headed to the top
So we gon take another route and see if we can creep right past the cops

And the haters they comin for my spot
But we don’t have to talk come on, get it while its hot
For shot the skillet yall goin to fit in or your not feel it
We gon vertical grill it
Watch me sell it on the block

Chorus
Got five more years gettin no where fast
Deep down in the streets of Georgia (do you go..)
Big trucks roll through might blow their horns
They glad cuz they goin to Florida (do you go..)
My neighbors overseas fight like hell
I can smell it from across the border (do you go..)
(I wonder where in the world do you go..)

Verse 3
The sun dont move, the earth don’t stop
but stars do drop and their house foreclose
Cars repo, feelins get told
Prolly be a friend to sell the story out the

Then they can’t see themselves back in the hood
Can’t let they friends know they not doin’ good
So you lay low, and focus on your kids
Hope somebody remember somethin’ that you did

Verse 4

Ya..
And if they did then you gon’ trip
Cryin for 7 days a week and then you watchin flip
Legit and squeaky clean is how it seems at the tip
Gotta dig a little deep you wanna see about the grit
the grass gets mighty green by fence
What side is the question, I’ll head in that direction
Knowledge is the weapon and I use it as protection
If you think I’m really slippin’ then run up and learn your lesson


Chorus
...gettin no where fast
Deep down in the streets of Georgia (do you go..)
Big trucks roll through might blow their horns
They glare cuz they goin to Florida (do you go..)
My neighbors overseas fight like hell
I can smell it from across the water (do you go..)
(I wonder where in the world do you go..)