ATLANTA TEARS
کاور آهنگ ATLANTA TEARS از 21 Savage, Lil Baby

ATLANTA TEARS

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What's it worth being solid in a world full of **** ****?

Poker face on one billion, I can't lie though, it **** with me

I ain't bloody, bein' cocky, say, "What's poppin'?" It's us really

I cut off the extra baggage, now the jet is much bigger

I already asked God for forgiveness, he must get 'em

Cut my hand off if I dap them **** up, I can't feel 'em

When you thuggin', it's like, **** it, when then judge give life sentences

Fifteen years in it, I gurantee you feel different

I can move to Palm Springs, ain't **** the hood, it's still in me

Really stopped 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 try to flip it

If the judge tryna catch a case, they retain lawyers with the quickness

If my **** catch a charge, I'm right there for 'em, what's the difference?

They can't **** with me at all, they pay the blogs to tell you different

I don't do this shit for ****boys so you ain't gotta listen

I ain't get in 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', I'm from the trenches

Get a million, you think everything's alright, it ain't that simple

Irritate me but if I pop 'em, it get worse, these **** pimples

Really gave this bitch my time, when she wasn't worth it, I should've pimped her

Ready to kill and die for what I believe, I'm big on principles

Through the youngin' crashin' out, this shit been ****in' with me mentally, man

Whoa, thinkin' about 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 **** 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's cover all my scars like I'm Meek Mill

Dray got life, I pay the lawyer, damn, I hope he beat 'ppeal

Take me out the hood but my heart is in the street still

They tearin' down the real ones

You ain't never had a gangsta, baby, come and feel one

Say you ain't no real killer, ****, till 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 feel she got a motive

Would you suck my dick the way you do if I was local?

21 4L I throw the Roc up like I'm Hova

**** shot me up, I put the hood on my shoulder

I'ma 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 britches, he ain't never seen a holster

Mama always workin', his environment done coached 'em

And 'bout five thousand dollars, ****, he'll toast ya

Runnin' 'round hungry, shit'll turn you to a soldier

They can't wait to kill you and kill whoever post ya

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, ****, I can't blame ya

Tryna feed your fam, dawg, I can't blame ya

Product of environment so I can't shame ya

Yeah, I'm just like you but I got famous

If I had a super power, I would save ya

We all from the ghetto where it ain't no favors