[Chorus: Reija Lee]
You leave tomorrow
Don’t think of me
Just say goodbye under your breath
I left you crying there
'Cause you needed me
Let’s just pretend like we never met
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm a Bankhead nigga, you can bank that, nigga
Looking for a sucka? Well I ain't that nigga
I'm looking for the money, where the bank at, nigga?
I'm triple OG, outrank that nigga
I'm cold, riding through the city on vogues
30 karats in the Rollie for the bitches and the hoes
Hanging out the window of a Bentley
I just met my connect, dropped off snow in the bluff
On James P. Brawley, ain't we ballin'?
Got a problem with it? Nigga bang that 40
Niggas nowadays just ain't like shawty
Don't spit that cocaine like shawty
Set it on fire, they flame ain't like shawty
Flow don't go insane, I'm mental
Blowing presidential, twenty bricks off in the rental
We official ATLiens with plenty yay' to sell again
DEA on our tail again, well tell amigo, "Mail again"
Dope boy trap nigga shit, I did it
Say you want a hundred bricks? Well I bet I get it
Tell them other sucka niggas tryna rep my city
K-I-N-G bitch, best get with it
All I know is go get it, swag so silly
Checks on deck, I'm racked up with it
Got a house in College Park, stay stacked up with it
Got a Louis V bag, stay sacked up with it
Big diamonds in my Cuban
They won't be where we go shooting, mane
In the A, it's undisputed
We some legends, best to do it, mane
[Chorus: Reija Lee]
You leave tomorrow
Don’t think of me
Just say goodbye under your breath
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
King shit, Buckingham Palace
'Til I'm bucking on a motherfuckin' beat goddammit, I
Ain't lost a step, but some of y'all niggas flawed to death
Since "Player's Ball," I was called the best
And now they only call me Daddy Fat Saxxx
In uh, the Cadillac-a with the diamond in the back
Got the sunroof top
My doctor said I'm lackin' the vitamin D I need, the sun won't stop
Shine brighter, rhyme tighter
Than anybody in your top ten my nigh-ga
My nigga, like a postman, I deliver
See I'm the letter with the anthrax in it, pass that, hit it
Sniff it, snort it, then gon' take a bump, shawty
I take a number 'cause I'm serving the chumps
That wanna jump up and get beat down, I'm Brand Nubian
Brand new again, never get old
When I was little, boy they said I had a old soul
Old gold, riding with some pimps on a ho stroll, now that's loco
And you're local, and I'm global
That means worldwide like a rising tide
I'm gonna subside and rise again like clockwork
C-Bone is gonna show you how the Glock work (Brrat)
Nonviolent though, no violence, just styling ho
From the birthplace of MLK where everything ain't okay but KKK
I'm more Malcolm than Martin, come get some, be a target
Standing in the kitchen with the AK, a.k.a, this Georgia!
[Interlude: Reija Lee]
Think of me
Think of me
Think of me
Think of me
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now this is the A-Town, come on the premises if you wanna
Play with death, you get stung like the Crocodile Hunter
Got them racks, slanging them packs
And no, we can't leave them sacks alone
Hired an assistant 'cause my weed need a chaperone
(Luda!) And then Big Boi will pass the lighter
I'm convinced that we started the California brush fires
One, two, and it don't stop; So many whips at my crib
Ya chick came, the bitch thought it was a road block
Spending cash so fast, you'd think I'm foolish
And I love chicks with ass so it arch like St. Louis
Who's it? Got chicks hugging my nuts like a speedo
'Cause when I'm on the mic, I go for broke like T.O
But we know I'm rich and pay the bills at my mother house
Atlanta cribs jealous 'cause I'm chilling at my other house
Yeah, you may be able to out-trap me
But none of you niggas will ever out-rap me, gone!
[Chorus: Reija Lee]
You leave tomorrow
Don’t think of me
Just say goodbye under your breath
I left you crying there
'Cause you needed me
Let’s just pretend like we never met
[Outro: Reija Lee]
Don't run, don't run
Don't run for cover
Don't run, don't run
Don't run for cover
Don't run, don't run
Don't run for cover
Don't run, don't run
Don't run for cover
