I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album You looked at me like “yea nigga right” But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum Powder. Hows about dem ernges Moved away from home to school with big plans By day, studied the history of music By night, to pay for that shit, you danced. To get your pants was a mission impos-sible We were both the same age but I, suppose Wasn't on the same page, but in The same book of life so I paged you when I felt that you were getting off of work, Or either when you on your way to school, We started hangin like Ernie and Bert, And in my idle head im thinking cool. Just when I think im goin down your shirt You're hiking up your skirt now. The events that followed Had me volleyed if your hometown Would be, heaven or hell The angelic nastiness you possessed Made you by far the best Therefore, hard to tell You dropped me off by the dungeon, Never came in but I knew that you were wonderin “Now are these niggas in this house up to somethin Sellin crack sack by sack so they can funtion.” W-w-well, yes and no Yes we were sellin it but no is wasn't blow. Cook it in the basement and move it at a show Grab the microphone and everybody yelled “ho!” Meanwhile the video starts playin BET college radio in a van Packed full of niggas with a blunt in dey hand And one in dey ear, you know what im sayin But, I kept your number in my old phone Got a new chip flip with the roam-roam. So it took me a minute to retrieve 7 digits But I promised I would call you when I got home. But when I got home I never did, By the time I did heard that you had a kid By some nigga in Decatur who replied “see ya later” When he got the good news, that's life, shit Now im 19 with a Cadillac My nigga had a lex, with the gold pack Got a plaque but im livin with my pop-pop So I got a glock and a low-jack. You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw And never said much 'cause half of what he saw Was so far from that place you wanna be That words only fucked it up more, follow me Are you starting to gather what im getting at Now if im losing you, tell me, and I'll double back But keep in mind at the time “keep it real” was the phrase Silly if one said it now, but those were the days When spring break, and Daytona, And freak-niks, made you wanna Drop out of college and never go back Move to the south, but that ain't a Kodak Moment, on went, myself and Big Boi, well you knew him as twan That's right you were around before this shit begun. Well twan had a daughter and sorta Was made to mature before the first tour. We hit the road like jack, Laughed and cried And drived it back with some yag. Girls used to say, “Yall talk funny, yall from the islands” Without laughin, they just keep smiling “No, im from Atlanta baby, He from savannah maybe We should hook up and get tore up, And then lay down, hey we Gotta go 'cause the bus is pullin out in 30 minutes She's playin tennis disturbin the tenants. 15 - love, fit like glove Description is like, 15 doves In a jacoozy catchin the holy ghost Makin one woozy in head and comatose, agreed? Enough about me, hows about you, Hows the little kid? She was about two the last time we spoke. I haven't smoked or took a shot of drink 'cause I started the second album off on another note. Now, that note threw some niggas in the hood off But see I balled out, and before I falled out I slowed my 'lac down to a nice speed The brain is that fried egg I might need. New direction was apparent I was a child looking at the floor starin So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street. To make bread, never primary concern Just to hop on these beats