Maxo Kream ft. 03 Greedo - ATW Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I remember niggas turned on me
Niggas actin' like they never
Really heard of me
Now I'm hoppin' out with pistols
Let it burn on 'em
Watching how the tables turned on 'em

Treat your niggas like your brothers
You would never turn your back
Right or wrong for your brothers
You would bust a nigga cap
Used to mob deep as hell
You had a hundred niggas strapped
Now you locked up in jail
Where them hundred niggas at?
Probably tryna fuck your main, they
Ain't worried 'bout you, nigga
But they screaming free your name
On they Instagram and Twitter
Niggas cappin' for the 'gram but they
Ain't give you one dollar
How that post to be your mans
But he ain't checkin' on your momma?
Took away your commissary
Think the boss man on some jelly shit
Had 50 bands on you
But they put it with the evidence
Your name ring bells
Still eating in the county
Before you made it to your cell
You had soups and brownies
You gon' eat regardless
But your niggas left you starvin'
But when the drama pop off
You the first one they callin'
Remember whatchamacallit took the box
And stole the pounds
And you pulled up on his block
With the Glock and gunned him down
Caught him lackin' from behind
You cocked the 9 and popped the iron
Put your life on the line
But your niggas let you down
You ain't bitchin', you ain't cryin'
Got a heart of a lion
No snitchin', testifyin', day for day
You do the time
Your lawyer said your homie snitchin'
You thought it was a lie
Then you read that black and white
Broke your heart and crushed your pride
The same blood nigga that you
Called your lil' bro
The same lil' nigga droppin'
Names like a hoe
Took him to interrogation, he was posin'
Fake stiff let them crackers fast talk him
Now he shakin' like a bitch
Laws threw some time at
Him, started singin', taylor Swift
Told on you for a
Coca-Cola and some cigarettes
Cut from a different cloth
These fuck niggas made different
Screamin' "death before dishonor"
Swear to God, you really live it
Laws tried to question you
You told them crackers burn in hell
Take a 38 shell before you ever talk to 12

I remember niggas turned on me
Niggas actin' like they never
Really heard of me
Now I'm hoppin' out with pistols
Let it burn on 'em
Watching how the tables turned on 'em

I've been betrayed, I've been betrayed
Hoppin' out with Ks, aimin' at they face
Bitch, I've been betrayed
I've been betrayed
Hoppin' out with Ks, aimin' at they face