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letra de atlanta - keyo g

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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 sh-t 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 cl-ss 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 he-rs-/
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 sh-t 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 sh-t 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 sh-t/
on bac to adv lil yo from the temp err body know me/
got folks on cleveland ave i f-cks 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 sh-t my turf no cleats/
in atlanta where the dreams real big better take it how it is ain’t sh-t sweet/

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- keyo g

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