Lyrics:
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got
homeward-bound
Can't you hear them hummin'
Happy times are comin' for to stay, hey
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart's
one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really have to, I really slap you
King of Detroit, who they namin' the city after (what?)
Scandalous partners
But deep in my heart, this is "No Way Out II" (let's rock)
I spend absurd money, private bird money
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
I've been next to the water, I was runnin' by the lake
(I was runnin' by the lake)
2501 how I shine, look at me, see OK
(Look at me you see OK)
Give
own code, I'm a play by my rules
We ain't soul tied, don't stay and cry
I was the one you used to like
I was your man I am that guy and baby it was you,
Yeah buddy i got a cold and all that shit
Show you how hard I work
I really, I really go in man
This is from the heart, this is from the soul
Hahaha
Ancestor of Kings
Breaking Generational curses by any means
Outdated school curriculums was like a guillotine
Enlighten every step I take now
Billy Jean
so real, the type to split a bill by fifty-fifty
Ain't like the ho's with agendas, and moving really gritty
You got your standards, but far from being
I need a milly, times it by five
Actually ten
We on a streak, letter and Johnny
We at it again
Run it back, run it back, run it back
I need a queen,
silhouette.
There's some streetlights down by the eastside river,
cin't no place to be walking alone
cnd the downtown traffic is slowly fading
In a city where
one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really have to, I really slap you
King of Detroit, who they namin' the city after (what?)
Scandalous partners
surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I'll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell po po they can't fade me I'll kill
on a drill
Demon time they be ready to kill
Look at his heart It's all yellow and ill
Slept in the trap
I won't paying no bills
Probably be doing life
If bro
a drill the Ops is sneaking (Shiesty)
In all black nigga's creeping, street life goonies under sweeping
Posted up in Gas City, drive-by shot like 50, AR
wanna keep my heart intact
Im from the city where the skinny niggas die
But stress arrest your cardiac
Shit could weigh a ton on your chest
That’s
And my mama just making it by
I had to get right cuz I dislike when them bills high and them chips tight
I can't sit right when I feel like
It's time for
arms
We run around the city
You can tell just by my charm
I want the bag today
She want the cash today
I want the bag today
She want the cash today
I
I'ma speak the truth until my heart stops
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death
a pound it's time for me to lose weight
I ran 8 blocks from Mission Gorge up to Chase
Aint break a sweat but my hearts starting to race
You couldn't tell by
by all means
More money more green
And on my waist more bill in my Jeans
And publicity got to be on more Screens
And in my blood success in my genes
When I was young I seen the world revolves around a dollar bill
So that's the only way to put my family in the hills
At first when I said I was gunna
it
Lead them by example, pave the way for the city
Make sure that they know that
All that street shit is silly
This nine to five shit isn't for me,
Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit
Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit
Same hood, different day, same
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