Shanghai To Atlanta

[Intro]
Came a long way from the East side
Touchdown, Hartsfield, late flight
Customs stamp, now the world mine
ATL girl, got her on my mind (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Stepped off the plane, smell jet fuel
Suitcase scuffed, but the wrist cool
Visa in the pocket like a flex tool
Whole life in a backpack, still blessed, fool
Moms call, ask, "你到没?" (you there yet?)
Told her, "I'm good, I ain't there yet"
'Cause I ain't rich till the fam set
But tonight, I might wild for a lil' sec (hey)
Uber to the city, skyline in the window
Out-of-town face, but the money talk bilingual
Gold on my neck, got me feelin' like a hero
Zero turn to somethin', turned somethin' from zero
Walk in the spot, red lights, blue cup
Whole club stare when the crew up
She hit my line of sight like "who what?"
Thick thighs, small waist, yeah I'm too stuck
[Chorus]
I'm the China man, she from Atlanta (yeah)
Met a bad lil' ting in a Fanta bandana (woah)
She say, "You foreign?" I say, "多谢, that's manners" (yeah)
Now we mixin' soy sauce drip with her country grammar
China man, she from Atlanta (turn up)
Throwin' ones, throwin' ones, feel like changin' the standard
Two worlds, one night, watch the whole club panic (go crazy)
China man, bad girl from Atlanta, we manic (let's go)
[Verse 2]
She said, "Where you from?" I said, "Far, far"
"Over ocean, where they work hard, pray to bright stars"
She laugh, "You cute, you got real charm"
Grab my hand, pull me close through the smoke, through the arm bar (yeah)
She talk fast, I talk straight
She like wings, I like hot plate
Her drink pink, mine just tastes
Like long days I ain't lost faith
She say, "Teach me how you say lit"
I say, "火, like fire when it hit" (fire)
Now she yellin' that word in the mix
Twerkin' on me while she learnin' my scripts (woah)
I show her how we toast, no cap
Two shots down, then we laugh in a flash
She show me how y'all dance in the trap
Hands on hips, then you throw that back (throw that back)
[Chorus]
I'm the China man, she from Atlanta (yeah)
Met a bad lil' ting in a Fanta bandana (uh)
She say, "You foreign?" I say, "多谢, that's manners" (多谢)
Now we mixin' soy sauce drip with her country grammar (drip, drip)
China man, she from Atlanta
Throwin' ones, throwin' ones, feel like changin' the standard (throw it)
Two worlds, one night, watch the whole club panic (go)
China man, bad girl from Atlanta, we manic
[Bridge]
East side, West side, South side, link up (link up)
Chopsticks, lemon pepper wings on the drink up (yeah)
She say, "You like me?" I say, "I don't think much"
"I just feel vibes, and your vibe feel synced up" (synced up)
We ain't same, but we same on the low
Different towns, but the hunger gon' show
Turn the sound up, let the whole thing blow
From the red gate streets to the old dirt roads (let's go)
[Verse 3]
I remember packin' noodles in the dorm crib
Now it's five-star sauce on the corn bread
She put me on game 'bout the hood, how the storm hit
I put her on ways how we save, how we store chips (stack it)
She say, "Y'all strict, you don't talk back?"
I say, "We just hide pain in a tall stack"
She say, "We loud 'cause the world cracked"
I say, "We

rap, Hard-hitting trap beat, 150 BPM, booming low-end and sharp hats, sliding bass. Male vocals, aggressive but playful delivery, alternating laid-back flex in verses and turnt-up chant energy in the hook. Ad-libs tucked behind main vocal, occasional stutter edits on key punchlines. Chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals and wide stereo delays; verses ride a bouncy, syncopated groove with spaced-out synths and sporadic riser FX.