ATLANTA TEARS - 21 Savage ft. Lil Baby

Leadin' these kids the wrong way

Um, it's a lot of shit, it's a lot of shit out there, like

And, and niggas don't even know the G code or what's goin' on in the streets no more

Perfect example

And this ain't got just nothin' to do with the, the rap, but it's just

Don't nobody know the definition of the G code of the streets

As long as niggas don't know that, the definition of that, like

What's the streets?

What's it worth bein' 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 bein' cocky, they 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 get 'em

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

When you thuggin', it's like, "Fuck it" when the judge give life sentences

Fifteen years in and I guarantee you feel different

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 (Hahaha)

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 (Hahaha)

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 a 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 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

Dray 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 for L, 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 workin', his environment done 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