ATLANTA TEARS Lyrics – 21 Savage, Lil Baby

Read the full ATLANTA TEARS lyrics by 21 Savage and Lil Baby along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 21 Savage’s music, you can also explore GANG OVER EVERYTHING and CODE OF HONOR, two other songs by 21 Savage.

[Intro]
(??) the wrong way
Um, it’s a lot s*it, it’s a lot of s*it out that way
A-a n!gga don’t even know the G code or what’s going on in the streets no more
Perfect example
And he just got just nothing do with the rat party
Don’t nobody know the definition of the G code of the streets
As, as, as long as n!ggas don’t know that, the defintion of that, like
What’s the streets?

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
What’s it worth being solid in a world full of fu*k n!ggas?

Poker face on one billion, I can’t lie, know it fu*k with me (I’m kinda stuck)
I ain’t blood or being cocky, say what’s popping, 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 n!ggas up, I can’t feel ’em (Let’s go)
When you thugging, it’s like “Fu*k 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, “Fu*k the hood,” it’s still in me (It is)
Really stopped the bros from smacking that boy cold, he still tripping (N!gga (??))
We the ones that got the money back then, we still getting it
Went legit and tried to take care of my guys, they tried to flip it (Fu*k)
If the judge tryna catch a case, they retain lawyers with the quickness
If my n!ggas catch a charge, I’m right there for ’em, what’s the difference? (I)
They can’t fu*k with me at all, they pay the blogs to tell you different (Huh)
I don’t do this s*it for fu*kboys, so you ain’t gotta listen (Cut your ears off)
I ain’t getting this s*it for clout, I’m tryna leave businesses for my children
I 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 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 n!ggas pimples
Really gave this b!tch 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 (Standing on this s*it)
See youngin crashing out, this s*it be fu*king with me mentally, damn

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]

Woah
Thinking ’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 n!ggas 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, 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 tearing down the real ones
You ain’t never had a gangster, baby, come and feel one
Say you ain’t no real killer, n!gga, ’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 d!ck the way you’d do if I was local?
21 4L, I throw the rock up like I’m Hova
N!gga 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, n!gga, he’ll toast you
Running ’round hungry, s*it’ll turn 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, he turning right back to a vulture

[Outro: 21 Savage]
Thugging in these streets, n!gga, 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