Georgia, that shit I get my weed from California That’s that shit I took my chick out to the North Yeah, badass bitch I came by light right from the source And I see Baby, geez, show some sauce Since I’m young and I’ve been going back and forth From New York to here to Georgia I’ve been smoking the weed from LA but it’s crazy I’ve never been to California My little baby, she live in New York And she don’t like Timberlands but she like Jordans When she mad, we barely be talking But I still make her feel so important If she ready to leave then let it go You can’t force it Got me crying and telling her B when I landed in Boston By the way you’re applying to me I could tell you’re exhausted I’m calling it karma