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The shit they paying all the bills for
Man, I missed it, that cake taste delicious
They can't wait for vacations, paid for, by pictures
I'm feeling good,
had it in me stuck my mallet in the sand
Said goodbye to the city
In a slump for a year like, night's that I craved the mic
Praised to christ, why can't
city, it makes my heart hurt.
Feelin the struggles of my brothers,
it takes some hard work. Bein raised by single mothers,
the case was caught first.
shooters shoot from their left eye
We can get scientific no enzyme
He from my city but say he from Bed-Stuy, my shooters, all them crept by
They don't talk,
yeah)
Yessir! Told you it's a whole new wave, a whole new vibe coming in
Chris Choice, the only choice. One choice, ya dig?
Merk City in my heart until
boys show me love just for keepin' it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I'd rather keep 'em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
put 9 shots inside of his heart
They playing roles
I know my life is a movie and I just be playing my part
Ain't tryna get shot by Cupid so I just be
to the bone
Bills are stacking up like the student loan
Keep pumping the brakes but I'm too far gone
Live in fear and die alone
On the wrong side of the city
full of emotions so when you sip
There's a red velvet tux and it's grabbing you by the hips
But what you scared for you already here so
You know what you
the bail get em out now
Know which brick to pick for ya play it now, building up downtown but the city breaking down
White, white, white, white, they got
The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part B
WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHANGE WITH CLANCY -- GO A-DROVING? TELL US TRUE,
getting blew back by
A foreign I'm talking facts
I break bitches not hearts
Da game taught me that
I talk cash shit she call just call It arrogance
She
gotta eat
Keep a date with finances there's bills I gotta meet
Getting whip by the struggle but poverty I gotta beat
They say time is money and I can't
the truth is you never left it
At the top of the canyon we look down at what can be created
By vote, created by bill, created by vote
You stand in a city
cash back
Cause I'm going through the fucking racks
Like I'm going through the stash
Cause I'm counting
Every fucking dollar bill by the 100
Cause I
Come, and bring the pieces to the master
He who organize by size then completes them with the plaster
Now, what should we call it?
After 12,
Look at all this food up on my plate
Rell milly nigga
I been following my art
Following my heart
Following a star
Getting to the green
Chasing down my
like you,
I'm trying to make it day by day
And every time I pay a bill,
I got a bill that's on the way
I don't do no complaining,
Told FP let's get
by the hour
Paint the city red, sky giving blood showers
Niggas see her winning, now they calling every hour
Lights in the dark, now they feeling
I thought I’d have it all together
By the time I reached this specific moment
I’d be lying through my teeth if I didn’t own it
And express that
the Middle, play tetherball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious
Nigga been holdin guts,
values, values
Bit by bit
Riding down indigo city slow
We here to ride down
Indigo city
We productive so
We stay busy
A golden vicinity yuhh
We Aint looking
a long way from being watched by Zerena, uh
K-I-double L- double E-N-T-X, always got a place in my heart
Rest in Peace to Mojo, Unc I wish you could see me
You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did I'm witty
I'm a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie
My jewels pop with that pretty
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