East Atlanta 6 lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
Just a young n*gga 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 b*tch 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

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
You fool to me, you say you got tricked by a b*tch
That sh*t's not cool to me, that burnt out sh*t not it
OG kept schooling me, I learned being broke won't fit
I know they envy me, but all that f*cking hate can't pay my rent
My dog caught life in prison, that sh*t was just another sentence
Why the f*ck my dog ain't living? sh*t that's just another mystery
So many young n*ggas snitchin', but that sh*t 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 sh*t do pierce
Boy just another day in them project building
And she want a n*gga 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 sh*t
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 sh*t, I'ma take 'em back to '09
I moved from New Orleans n*gga, 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
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
Just a young n*gga 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 b*tch 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

[Verse 2: Lil Quill]
I'm chargin' extra, bust your head, I'm taxing
Ran off on his sh*t, 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
sh*t look like a palace
One of one designers on my feet, can't find these on the atlas
sh*t so tragic, how they hating and my earring eighteen karats
We just gon' kick it, we just gon' platinum
f*ck this b*tch, don't do no marriage

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
Just a young n*gga 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 b*tch 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