Letra Atlanta tears 21 Savage

Atlanta tears

[?] the wrong way
Um, it's a lot shit, it's a lot of shit out that way
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 rat [party ?]
Don't nobody know the definition of the G code of the streets
As, as, as long as niggas don't know that, the defintion 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, say what's poppin', it's us, really (It's really us)
I cut off the extra baggage, now the jet is much bigger
I already asked God for forgiveness, he must g?t 'em
Cut my hand off if I dap them niggas up, I can't feel 'em (L?t'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 (You will)
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 [?])
We the ones that 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? (I)
They can't fuck with me at all, they pay the blogs to tell you different (Huh)
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

Woah
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 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 pill
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 up 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 4
L, I throw the rock 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 by 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