[Verse 1: Atlanta crunk male MC, hollered over the sub kick] Nineteen with a fade and a borrowed button-down Shoes from my cousin and a twenty folded down Line around the corner on a Saturday in May Bouncer looked me up and down and pointed me away Didn't say a word, just a finger and a laugh Whole line laughing, I could hear it down the path Walked home on Peachtree with the bass inside the wall Told myself one day I'm gonna come back for it all Took a job in demolition, learned to read a beam Learned the way a building leans before it lets off steam Twenty years of dynamite and cranes and safety vests Now the city sends a letter, and you know I'm the best [Hook: Atlanta crunk male MC] Get back, get back, clear the street for me Same front door that you shut in my face, you'll see Got the permit in my pocket and the plunger in my hand We bring the house down, and this time it's planned [Verse 2: Atlanta crunk male MC, the siren stabs climbing] Walked in with a clipboard through the same front door Same sticky carpet, same mirror on the floor Same little booth where the owner used to sit Now the owner's in Miami and the roof is full of grit Drilled every column, I'm the one with the code Wire every pillar like a necklace in a row City put a fence up, sold a ticket to the deck Every man who laughed at me is craning out his neck Bouncer's in the crowd, he's a grandpa now Wearing my company hat, I don't even know how [Hook: Atlanta crunk male MC] Get back, get back, clear the street for me Same front door that you shut in my face, you'll see Got the permit in my pocket and the plunger in my hand We bring the house down, and this time it's planned [Bridge: Atlanta crunk male MC, countdown, one number every bar] Ten for the line on a Saturday night Nine for the finger and eight for the light Seven for the shoes and six for the laugh Five for the curb and four for the path Three for my mama, two for my crew One for the bouncer, and zero for you [Verse 3: Atlanta crunk male MC, full low end back on zero] Boom, and it folds like a man on his knees Dust down Peachtree rolling out like a breeze Seventy years standing, gone in nine seconds I been waiting twenty, so I'm counting my blessings Every brick on the ground got a story in the grain Every story had a door, and the door had my name Kids on the deck screaming like it's a show I'm the headliner tonight and I'm the last one to go [Final Hook: Atlanta crunk male MC] Get back, get back, clear the street for me Same front door that you shut in my face, you'll see Got the permit in my pocket and the plunger in my hand We bring the house down, and this time it's planned [End]
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