ClayCo

[Verse 1: J. Monty] My mama, she loved me, my daddy did too My brother we fought cause it wasn't nothing left to do Had all that we wanted, had all that we need Ain't worry for nothing we always knew we would eat But Still as a youngin' places I wouldn't go See I'm from Jonesboro, Jonesboro, Jobo That's Tara Bully, Mt. Zion, Main Street that's Keystone That's Forest Park, Riverdale, Morrow true to ClayCo Clayton, oh Clayton we good but we mixed We hood but we rich Got woods, we got bricks Here's a story of Monty who came from a home Whose family was straight, but seemed we was sho nuff alone In Clay Co [Hook: J. Monty] They runnin', they ridin',they busting, they hidin' they pullin' up with it all night They fitted, they standing, they sitting, they planning on killing my brothers on sight (pop, pop) We livin', we dying, we giving, we trying don't speak about it if you don't know Lemme take you down Valley hill, 85, Kendrick Road Plenty mo' places to go in ClayCo ClayCo (x7) [Verse 2: Alex Faith] All I ever really wanted was a Chevy on some 24's Smoking black & milds for miles we traveling down to JoBo No leather on the seat don't want no smell we rolling down windows On Tara Blvd at Flint River don't act like you ain't know Its hard to talk about all of the ratchet things that I done did At home I never let them know ain't want to be no problem kid Smoking gas and chasing fast little girls that's what the problem is 7th grade my life went straight an ending sight I got convinced A little older things are colder switching up the company The teachers ain't been teaching me no mo' man what they want from me Can't wait until the summer time on Homewood Dr. the summer's mine My mama's house we staying now No problems man it's going down They took our accreditation in '08 and '09 They basically said all of y'all can go to prison or die Boy I was a senior so that meant twelve years just got wasted That meant no college, no future but we stood up and we faced it in Clay Co [Hook] [Verse 3: J. Monty] At home it was church and reading books School it was work with thieves and crooks At home it was son why your pants hanging School J-Roc is you gang banging? Sunday I'm in church with my family making disciples Monday I'm in school getting jumped by Gangster disciples As I grew up quick the hood grew close to my property Daddy tried to shield me but it start to rub off on me They tore down projects in Atlanta they ain't know where to go So they packed up all they stuff and they moved down to ClayCo [Verse 4: Alex Faith] Move from the East to the South side player Selling small house for a mountain kinda major They gentrify now we stacking paper By to the hood now I'm saying see ya later Little did I know the hood ain't local but a state of mind We got up out the city found it's rougher on the southern side Falling victim to the circumstance public schools provides Down in Clayton County I was running with them other guys You disrespected Riverdale we was coming to your side of town Your schools, your neighborhood so we gon' sing it one more time [Hook] (x2)