Lyrics:
My niggas in the city
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck
Sheit, sheit, sheit,
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca
spree to purge elites
Call 999 emergency
On a murder spree till they murder me
I've been fighting with uncertainty
Now I roam the streets hatchet in hand
like that?
I wouldn't want my best friend to do it
I, I don't really appreciate those kind of albums
Molly to the face (Molly), feel like I'm gon' die
hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
again
(whoo) i take 999% of your fans
The last one left is your moms
(and she even iffy about you)
Ain't nothing gifted about you
Put a bullet in you
Tell
Go Ham for the green
Im grinding, the album $9.99
Reprised Im back to selling dimes
I never thought I say it again
You know its B-l-a-c-k on da end I
at Jungle City, a sound
Studio in Manhattan's Chelsea
Neighborhood when we
Walk in, Ocean leading the way, pharrell
Williams turns down the music and greets
the bed together myself
I loaded up all my equipment, and the first beat I made was, uh, "Heart of the City"
And Beans was still working on his album
on Elmo
Hello, Jagz wrote the memo
Whole albums can't step to my demo
Uh, and this what we do
Find me running through your city
And the capital too my flow
then we glisten all Rare
Pain by subscription my drug's right here
I want a bonus and commission Kaysh in the air
Royalties for la Famila we all gone
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
a fact
You in 'The City Of Brotherly Slugs'
Home of all the gats
When the law make an arrest you take a rest
No cardiac
You ain't got the heart to attack
Digital Album
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Compact Disc with 2 panel insert. All artwork by Fleeting Joys.
Also includes immediate download
themselves aren't for sale
Money, noisy though it is
Doesn't talk that loud
But you can buy this album - you
Probably have, unless you're just browsing
In
got the dancing so amazing
My fans are here and I know that they support me
This album I drop it’ll rise in every city
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
Check the wild life it's a real fascination
Hope they stay in line
Raiders Possè British born but still they're Jamaican
Dailing 999
Salt 'n pepper
Roll that shit and get real in that city of steel
Roll that shit and get real in that city of steel
Roll that shit and get real in that city
Smoke a blunt cranking Erykah Badu
And I just told Eryka I do
She from the city I told her to show me around
Cause babygirl i'm new
I'm not trying
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