Lyrical Breakdown of Atlanta Tears (Feat. Lil Baby) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Leading these kids the wrong way
Umm it's a lot of shit, lot of shit out there like
N** don't even know the G code or what's goin on in the streets no more
For example, and this ain't got nothing to do with the rat __
Don't nobody know the definition of G code in the streets
____ don't even know the definition of that like
What's the streets?
Was it worth being silent in the world full of fuck n**s
Poker face on one billion I can't lie know it fuck with me
I ain't blood if being cocky they say what's poppin' its us really
I cut off the extra baggage now the jet is much bigger
I already asked God for forgiveness we must get him
Cut my hand off if I dap them n**s up I can't feel em
When you thuggin it's like fuck it when the judge give life sentences
Fifteen years in it I guarantee you feel different
I could move to Palm Springs and fuck the hood and still in it
Really stop the bros from smackin' that boy cold he still trippin'
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
If a judge tryna catch a case they retain lawyers with the quickness
My n**s catch a charge I'm right there for them what's the difference
They can't fuck with me at all they pay the blogs to tell you different
I don't do this shit for fuck boys so you ain't gotta listen
Ain't getting this shit for clout I'm trying leave businesses for my children
Ain't picking sides with rappers if it ain't us it ain't my business
I done doubled on my grind I keep on climbing off from the trenches
Get a million you think everything is alright it ain't that simple
Irritating but if I pop em make it worse these n**s pimpin
Really gave this bitch my time when she weren't worth it I should've pimped it
Ready to kill and die for what I believe I'm big on principles
Still young and crashing out shit be fucking with me mentally
Woah
Thinking bout the pain and the trauma that I done been through
Thankful for all the islands and countries that we done been to
If it wasn't for all my accolades and n**s making 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
VVS' cover all my scars like I'm Meek Mill
Drake got life I pay the lawyer damn I hope he beat peal
Take me out the hood but my heart is in the street still
They tearing down the real ones
You ain't never had a gangsta baby come and feel one
Say you ain't no real killer n** till you kill one
I came out the womb as one of them and I'm still one
The syrup running over
I pour all my feelings and emotions in a soda
She said that she love me but I fear she got a motive
Would you suck my dick the way you do if I was local
21 4L I throw the rock up like I'm hova
N**s shot me up I put the hood on my shoulder
Ima stand on principles and morals till 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 bridges he ain't never seen a hoster
Mama always working his environment done coached him
And bout five thousand dollars n** he'll toast ya
Running round hungry should of turned you to a soldier
They can't wait to kill you and kill whoever post you
He fighting a case he swear that him and God closer
Soon as he get free you turning right back to a vulture
Thugging in these streets n** I can't blame ya
Trying to feed your fam dog I can't blame ya
Product of environment so I can't shame ya
I'm just like you but I got famous
If I had a superpower I would save ya
We all from the ghetto where it ain't no favors