21 Savage - ATLANTA TEARS (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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21 Savage - ATLANTA TEARS (en) Lyrics
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Bringing these kids the wrong way
Um, it's a lot of shit, a lot
of shit out there, like
A-a nigga don't even know the
G-code or what's going
on in the streets no more
Perfect example
And he just got just nothin' do with
the, the rat part, it's just
Don't nobody know the definition
of the G-code of the streets
As, as, as long as niggas don't know
that, the definition of that, like
What's the streets?
What's it worth being solid in
a world full of fuck niggas?
Poker face on one billion,
I can't lie, know it fuck
with me (I'm kinda stuck)
I ain't blood or being cocky,
they say what's poppin'? It's
us, really (It's really us)
I cut off the extra baggage,
now the jеt is much bigger
I already asked God for forgivеness,
he must get 'em
Cut my hand off if I dap them niggas
up, I can't feel 'em (Let's go)
When you thuggin', it's like,
"Fuck it" when the judge
give life sentences
Fifteen years in and I guarantee you
feel different (Feelin' love)
I can move to Palm Springs,
say, "Fuck the hood," it's
still in me (It is)
Really stopped the bros from smackin'
that boy cold, he still
trippin' (Nigga a bitch)
We the ones who got the money back
then, we still gettin' it
Went legit and tried to take
care of my guys, they
tried to flip it (Fuck)
If the judge tryna catch a case, they
retain lawyers with the quickness
If my niggas catch a charge,
I'm right there for 'em, what's
the difference? (Aight)
They can't fuck with me at all,
they pay the blogs to tell
you different (Haha)
I don't do this shit for fuckboys,
so you ain't gotta listen
(Cut your ears off)
I ain't gettin' this shit for
clout, I'm tryna leave businesses
for my children
I ain't pickin' sides with rappers, if
it ain't us, it ain't my business
I done doubled on my grind, I keep
on climbin' up for the trenches
Get a million, you think everything's
alright, it ain't that simple
Irritate me, but if I pop up (Bop),
it get worse, these niggas pimples
Really gave this bitch my time
when she wasn't worth it, I
should've pimped it (Trash)
Ready to kill and die for what
I believe, I'm big on principles
(Standin' on this shit)
See youngin crashin' out, this shit
be fuckin' with me mentally, damn
Thinkin' 'bout the pain and the trauma
that I done been through
Thankful for the islands and countries
that we done been to
If it wasn't for all my accolades
and niggas makin' rats cool
Lil' boy, you know I would drench you
Internet nerds tryna tell
us how the street feel
Ten years strong, I ain't
even reach my peak still
Fifty million and I keep my masters,
that's a sweet deal
Yeah, VVSs cover all my scars
like I'm Meek Mill
Dre got life, I paid a lawyer,
damn, I hope he beat 'peal
Take me out the hood, but my heart
is in the streets still
They tearin' down the real ones
You ain't never had a gangster,
baby, come and feel one
Say you ain't no real killer,
nigga, 'til you kill one
I came out the womb as one
of them and I'm still one
The syrup runneth over
I pour all my feelings and
emotions in a soda
She say that she love me, but
I fear she got a motive
Would you suck my dick the way
you'd do if I was local?
21 4L, I throw the Roc
up like I'm Hova
Nigga shot me up, I put the
hood on my shoulder
I'ma stand on principles and
morals 'til it's over
Thought you had to rap 'bout what
you live and I got older
I come from the trenches where
it's plastic on the sofa
Thirty in his britches, he ain't
never seen a holster
Mama always worked in his environment
and coached him
And 'bout five thousand dollars,
nigga, he'll toast you
Runnin' 'round hungry, shit'll
turn you to a soldier
They can't wait to kill you
and kill whoever post you
He fightin' a case, he swear
that him and God closer
Soon as he get free, he turnin'
right back to a vulture
Thuggin' in these streets,
nigga, I can't blame you
Tryna feed your fam, dog,
I can't blame you
Product of environment,
so I can't shame you
Yeah, I'm just like you,
but I got famous
If I had a superpower,
I would save you
We all from the ghetto where
it ain't no favors
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