Verse 1
I’s a rider for my city
North side, no zone, metro A Marietta til gon,
Fond memories of franklin rd, salvation army for clothes
Cob county there wasn’t life past windy hill rd
Was never fond of S-A’s, why, I don’t know
Aint really know of L.A. gang violence just wasn’t prone
So we hit delk, apartment up above was cee-los,
Yea, the goodie mob staple, I was young I ain’t know
Er’ day I went to church, college park, til it got shot up
God father started one out in Smyrna, you prolly popped up.
Who knew then that I could be possibly hedonistic ,
Father’s a cop, he started in the southeast district, six flags drive,
That was damn near fulton, dope boys infiltrated, I wonder what they was pushin.
All I knew that it was keepin my father from being home,
But the stories he would tell me kept me grown, yak no
Chorus:
I was raised in Marietta, I never been to Tokyo,
Had a dream I was the best on the scene, and when I woke,
What I thought was so, man, man
Of course I represent the mother land, but the ATL is all I know
Welcome to, the N-O-T-I-Q shooow
Where ever I go she goooo, man, man
Where ever I go She goooo, man, man

Verse 2:
As I grew up most girl came sidity
And I don’t know what’s been going on,
But dude’s got a strong case of diddy,
Talking bout I prolly shoot em if he hit,
Dawg, yall the same color, the end the day, he aint ya enemy
Teach you a lil history, I get my Jeremiah Wright on,
Speak truth, and yall holla right on, Send me riding papers then I’m gone
Planted like a fern, sense the gully im my tone,
This is strickly for my area, I reach out, speak out, never acknowledge the throne,
You throw parties, I part with gifts from home,
Hear the N-O-T-I-Q is blown, right up out ya radius to yone.
You can call it clamin hoods, you can callin reppin zones
Pure pride fullness in this nobody love you like ya own
C-O-B-B Austell way out to Wade Green rd
Yea homie, that’s where I’m on…yak no
Chorus:
I was raised in Marietta, I never been to Tokyo,
Had a dream I was the best on the scene, and when I woke,
What I thought was so, man, man
Of course I represent the mother land, but the ATL is all I know
Welcome to, the N-O-T-I-Q shooow
Where ever I go she goooo, man, man
Where ever I go She goooo, man, man

Verse 3:
It’s like everytime I notice things, It seems like somebody else success fails me
And I lack some discretion, so you know what that mean
Some sling, some clap, which equal, many fallen warriors, that fell in the trap
And I, A lone Paladin in this crusade, cuz many dying off the chicken grease
And red koolaid, half my friends fugazed and inherently false prophets
Think you gotta sell souls to seek profit, I was a dreamer.
But nite scares on top of the nightmares kept my vision kinda blurry
And my weapon bare, but still i stuck in there
I’m serious, my theme music, you cant fully understand it til ya do it,
Aint forgave myself, just content that I waded and didn’t dive
Cuz that pool is never deep is shallow so many die.
Get they brain particles and plasma exposed
You either quit today or learn to keep ya weapon close…
In marietta