The Real A (WHTA) [feat. Skooly]

You remember 9th Ward ran the city

Pull up with that shit

I did a song with every **** 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 30deep

Money Savage smashed the city, can't say, you ain't heard of me

I'm talkin' PSC vs DTP, D4L vs DFB

New Orleans boys had come out and set up shop until they made 'em leave

All the money I was gettin' with Rich Kids, I'm still gettin' the bag

All them shootouts happened walkin' out of Figure 8

Speculations about the city, we gon' get 'em straight

Metro Church saved me, my grandma stayed on Section 8

What happened to Atlanta?

We went from reppin' zones to color of bandannas

Tryin' 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

Talkin' about when Atlanta Hawks they had Dikembe

Turner Field with Tomahawks, yeah, them the real Braves

Bitches showin' 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-dealin' mama

Before they called us trappers, they would simply call us rollas

And we had rockas for yo socks and boulders for you shoulda

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 partner went to jizail, came back knew the alto shuffle

Somebody tried him, beat the stuffin' out that out-of-towner

That boy ride or down the high, that four, five 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 **** 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, hangin' out that BMW

Shot up two policies and beat it, that was the fuckin' truth

Spent my wonder years ridin' from Center Hill to Screamin' Wheels

First time at MBK seen a young **** get shot and live

Freaknik traffic Campbelton, that shit be crackin'

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 mixin' X and Adderall with all them downers

I remember we had a code of conduct and an ecosystem

Takin' the time to tell old Atlanta, we really miss 'em

What happened to Atlanta?

We went from reppin' zones to the color of bandannas

Tryin' to stay clean, the streets dirty like Diana

They laughed at how we talked and ran off with the gramma

I'm from Atlanta

But damn, I miss the real A

Talkin' 'bout when Atlanta Hawks, they had Dikembe

Turner Field with Tomahawks, yeah, them the real Braves

Bitches showin' ass and titties to get the rent paid

I miss the real A

This ain't the real A