Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ATL, artist - Trouble. Album song 431 Days, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 2 TRU, Duct Tape
Song language: English
ATL |
ATL, ATL, ATL |
ATL, ATL, ATL |
Like my godfather told me, a lot of niggas through here |
I grew here, streets raised me since a baby |
Trouble dropped out, and was captain dope dealer |
My first word was motherfucker, made that motherfucker boom |
By the time 200 came round, got a mind of my own |
I hit people with the three round tool, pops wasn’t home |
Goin through the city, waitin for things to process |
Marv and me raised hell, that’s when I got my first net |
You either sellin bricks or battereys |
A lotta cops came after me for that, but that ain’t me |
Wait for elementerey, middle I win |
Some thought I was vilant, till the word got out |
I was shakin shit with D boys, they got the police right to us |
ATL, ATL, ATL |
ATL, ATL, ATL |
Nigga, this ATL’s finest |
What I done, streets where you can find us |
Raised up with the crack pay |
Shootin holes through yo head |
Break into your mama house, you was breast fed |
I done tell the boys let’s get it, gotta get the sute |
Posted up at the red stoop |
This ain’t a tent booth, this a war zone |
These niggas, they know my words |
All around the A, it’s like Edgwood, nigga, don’t play with me, you heard |
ATL, ATL, ATL |
ATL, ATL, ATL |