(What Happened to Atlanta)
You remember 9th Ward ran the city
Pull up with that shit
I did a song with every nigga that's bigger than a bitch out here
Doug High, big dreams, Magic City, 16
YMM, MDC, Thomasville, ABG
Hold up let me intervene
Got my jeans from 30 deep
Money Savage smashed the city can't say you ain't heard of me
I'm talking PSC vs DTP, D4L vs DFB
New Orleans boys had came out and set up shop until they made em leave
All the money I was getting with Rich Kids I'm still getting the bag
All them shoot outs happened walking out of figure 8
Speculations about the city we gone get em straight
Metro Church saved me my grandma stayed on Section 8
What happened to Atlanta
We went from repping zones to color of bandannas
Trying to stay clean the streets dirty like Diana
They laughed at how we talk and ran off with the gramma
I'm from Atlanta
But damn I miss the real A
Talking about when Atlanta Hawks they had Dikembe
Turner Field with tomahawks yeah them the real Braves
Bitches showing ass and titties to get the rent paid
I miss the real A
This ain't the real A
I remember when Atlanta was just itty bitty
In 88 Miami boys came tried to take the city
They had the weight the price was great but Techwood wasn't with it
They bought they Mack 10s out of East Atlanta went Osama
They killed them Florida boys and baby mamas what a Summa
It was major drama word to my dope dealing mama
Before they called us trappas they would simply call us rollas
And we had rockas for yo socks and boulders for yo shouldas
And we was taught if you see police then you yizell twizelve
And shut the fizup if you get caught then don't fuckin tizell
My partna went to jizail came back knew the alto shuffle
Somebody tried him beat the stuffing out that out of towner
That boy ride or down the high that 4 5 beside him
Like Dominique we keep the baddest freaks like Freaknik weekend
Atlanta Georgia you the shit and don't you dare forget
And don't you ever ride another nigga city dick
Atlanta Bitch!
(I miss the real A)
Hell nah far from it
Remember Nikki's on Stewart Ave was star studded
Remember selling weed at 559 had them skimpy dime
Used to get off all my work even though they complained every time
Always had the gift of gab
Before Uber we'll hop out take off on the gypsy cab
Hop the fence and hit the path
And we on and off of Marta in and out the projects
A simpler time fore I was introduced to Pyrex
Kilo Ali, Sammy Sam whatchu know bout that
Diablo's ain't a damn shame we was inspired by that
Like Tupac shooting birds hanging out that BMW
Shot up two polices and beat it that was the fucking truth
Spent my wonder years riding from Center Hill to Screaming Wheels
First time at MBK seen a young nigga get shot and live
Freaknik traffic Campbelton that shit be cracking
You wear that Starter coat and them J's you just betta not be lackin
Now I can't tell if it's the switchas on the outta towners
A youngin mixing X and Adderall with all them downers
I remember we had a code of conduct and a ecosystem
Taking the time to tell old Atlanta we really miss em
What happened to Atlanta
We went from repping zones to color of bandannas
Trying to stay clean the streets dirty like Diana
They laughed at how we talk and ran off with the gramma
I'm from Atlanta
But damn I miss the real A
Talking about when Atlanta Hawks they had Dikembe
Turner Field with tomahawks yeah them the real Braves
Bitches showing ass and titties to get the rent paid
I miss the real A
This ain't the real A
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