(Verse 1)
Flashback n*** I'm back with a backpack rap for you and them to
stash that in the lap-Mack, shove it in a bag shut that with a pad lock too. You rap jacking n*** bag back.
N*** taking shots tryna make me jab back. N*** but the plot thickens and it's all good. Now I Mack and I hang like the muf*** wood. Wish one thing that a muf*** would have told me I would get this dumb. My imagination had gone numb. Now I'm Kanye's first album. That place tried to lock a n*** down no chance. Got off my a**, dirt off my pants. Got nads when I drop class yeah. Now it's lookin like the new Outkast. Yeah thank you A.

(Hook)
A.I.A. (Repeat a bunch of times)
A.I. of A-T-L-A-N-T-A, we don't give a fuck what the fuck y'all say.
Niggas getting pimped by Sallie Mae. But it's a new day, I'm liberated from the A.
A.I.A. (Repeat more times)

(Verse 2)
Watch out don't get used, don't you watch the news? I hope you knew ain't no making moves. Ain't no jewels here. Ain't nobody poppin at this school. Ha, they fooled you. Good one. I've waisted almost 2 years of my life good one. Skate like its cool, like ain't nothing happen brush it off. I just wanna make classics they don't really give a f*** at all. The cities full of life but the schools gotta suck it all. Wait until the fall, swear we all might fall victim to the A.

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Bounce with a n*** one time til they feel it. Til they hear me out and realize I ain't villain. I just pray to God one day I kill it. Achilles, I clip em make sure they all feel. Trill n*** my sound so south, what you bout.
In your aunty mouth like Girl Scout cookies or a brown paper with the 40 OZ in it. Pour 5 for Pimp C and then 5 for Speaker Knockerz, 10 for my grandad, that leaves 20 for me n*** breathe...Ima need that, for when I call my dad and let him know I'm bbout to leave school and I don't wanna go back. I just want a Brougham with the chromed Vouges on it. The south is art but art school is prison. So so I couldn't spend 4 years on the A.

(Hook)