Keyo G - ATLANTA [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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What would you give for one night in Atlanta
Land of the braves land of the slaves Atlanta
Done lost my potnas most of 'em from Atlanta
This shit for real you could die in Atlanta
ATLANTA x4

{Verse 1:Keyo G}
Home of the trappers and the 2 for 5/
Where my momma lives and my cousin died/
It was dangerous to play but we still went outside/
'Member god called Tonio? the whole class cried/
I get a lil teary eyed while I'm tryna get threw this verse/
I done been shot at twice still they can't put me in a hearse/
Whole hood cursed stuck in a vicious cycle/
Got to have a backup plan cause I don't got insurance no geico/
I'm the shit cliche no typo catch me walking threw the hood with a white glow/
From the streets know 'err one you might know 'err body fye 'err body might blow/
From the field where it's pine trees and light poles we don't do phillies we don't 'een like those/
Snitches get kilt better keep yo mouth closed cool ninja daytime in my night clothes/

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{Verse 2:Keyo G}
Land of your dreams land of your fears/
Graduated Doug high we celebrated ten years/
RIP Tonio an Phat you already know what it is/
I reminisce 'err time I fye up a blunt or I crack open one of these beers/
And this is real life a lot don't been sacrificed/
I was raised on Simpson road and ain't shit on Simpson nice/
I reminisce on Bowen homes RIP to the bricks/
When ninjas is close to the edge and you can get kilt just for talking shit/
On bac to ADV Lil Yo from the Temp err body know me/
Got folks on Cleveland ave I fucks wit the whole zone 3/
Shouts out to Baker Road free Chalay ninja BRC/
Funny ho them dices roll so I sit back and I PYP/
Im from zone one no 2-3 you don't get it cause you so loose leaf/
I run the city like a full court press I'mma full court mess keyo g unleashed/
I do it cause my folks say I'mma beast and they say I rap like a priest/
Really started from the bottom no drake but a ninja on the rise surprise no yeast/
10 toes on the low from police let it build up slow and release/
It hot out but it's snow in the streets quick ain't fair can't be slow in the streets/
So I spit like a pro to the beats run shit my turf no cleats/
In Atlanta where the dreams real big better take it how it is ain't shit sweet/

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