Yung Mal, Lil Quill - East Atlanta 6 lyrics

[Yung Mal, Lil Quill - East Atlanta 6 lyrics]

It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
Just a young nigga want to get
Paid so he started flippin' bricks
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred
I swear that's just another risk
Squad cars pulling up
Whole gang jump the fence
It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
She just a young bitch want to get
Paid so she started turnin' tricks
Put a hundred on your head
Boy you just another hit
Charge him extra, bust his head
That boy there just another lick

You fool to me
You say you got tricked by a bitch
That shit's not cool to me
That burnt out shit not it
OG kept schooling me
I learned being broke won't fit
I know they envy me
But all that fucking hate can't pay my rent
My dog caught life in prison
That shit was just another sentence
Why the fuck my dog ain't living?
Shit that's just another mystery
So many young niggas snitchin'
But that shit just ain't none of my business
Trappin' out 'til the feds come get me
Just another young felon, already convicted
Get a brick, break him off
That his own zip living
Just another day in the hood
And boy still killing
F&N hold twenty and this shit do pierce
Boy just another day in them project building
And she want a nigga that come from the 6
He busting them bales, he get off them bricks
Been working my move
I been straight ever since
I got plays all the way up in Flint
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred, ain't shit
I'ma win, I'ma lose, bet I take me a risk
Get a bomb, hit the block
Bet I make me a flip
Count it up, roll the blunt
And I take me a trip
And this that trap shit
I'ma take 'em back to '09
I moved from New Orleans nigga
I was just nine
Down from Eastwood to Spring Valley
Everybody on the grind
Plug took me to island code
And everybody had a nine

It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
Just a young nigga want to get
Paid so he started flippin' bricks
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred
I swear that's just another risk
Squad cars pulling up
Whole gang jump the fence
It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
She just a young bitch want to get
Paid so she started turnin' tricks
Put a hundred on your head
Boy you just another hit
Charge him extra, bust his head
That boy there just another lick

I'm chargin' extra, bust your head
I'm taxing ran off on his shit, he lacking
What's happenin'? who want smoke
Let's make that happen
We can get it, oh this fifteen hundred
Pssh, cool, I spent that on glasses
This neck keep distracting
I got fifteen K under my mattress
Got twenty bedrooms
Twenty thousand square feet
Shit look like a palace
One of one designers on my feet
Can't find these on the atlas
Shit so tragic, how they hating and my
Earring eighteen karats
We just gon' kick it, we just gon' platinum
Fuck this bitch, don't do no marriage

It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
Just a young nigga want to get
Paid so he started flippin' bricks
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred
I swear that's just another risk
Squad cars pulling up
Whole gang jump the fence
It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
She just a young bitch want to get
Paid so she started turnin' tricks
Put a hundred on your head
Boy you just another hit
Charge him extra, bust his head
That boy there just another lick

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