Lyrics:
it out in public, too much Luxe got me stumblin'
Black bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen
But they for everybody, only cops believe in cuffin'
Heart Full gold with da Ice in My veins uh/
Flow so Cold now the city know our names/
Never go broke made a promise like a ring/
Bitch I came in game
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
away but love was strong he couldn't stay
He rode back just to die in that El Paso sand
El Paso City
By the Rio Grande
I try not to let you cross
I show trust, it still ends the same
Instead of friends
You got friends fronting only
Out for your fame they tryna cross the line
They tryna cross
I'm still on the block but the livin' is clean
My niggas runnin' the city, yeah, they sendin' machines
Two 25s on the dash, fuck the phone as it cash
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
the rest
We was being introduced by mutual friends
Like Kobe in the 4th
That's when the game begins
Game begins, games begins
I'm from the windy city, so I
wanna float around the city with me
Hands on her neck, when I'm in it
She know that she mine
She stay sturdy, she don't cross no lines
But I guess its
Memory toss it, I'm off it
I handle my handle, I ride through the forest
New in the city I snap like a tourist
Hard to ignore us
Computer like Dora,
soul
I be holding it down, yo, still love the dough
Got these ladies on the cock now, you know how we go
Got the whole world on lock down, you know
in the club, still a thug by the book
Are you a book or a slut, where's the love I don't know
At the same spot as you left it, you feel me but just
and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop
I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in
into it
If I'm being honest I'd rather be rid of it
(Turn up)
All niggas still sellin' dope
All niggas still sellin' dope
Been surrounded by weed
Yea...
Fuck the cars
Fuck the clothes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the gold
I make music
Cause when all of that goes
And there ain't nothing more
I still make
Oh no
The next days after fun in track 3
I was on Twitter, "Something's bothering me"
A couple more black men shot down
In separate cities, it
on the cross
Glorious gleaning streaming eternal existence like an upload the last words was the password
Spoken by the emancipator saying "It is finished
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
asked me if I was comin' to city you from
Maybe we should kick it, I was interested, that would be dumb
If I denied long legs, good ears, great taste
and puffs through blistered lips.
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch, there's nothin' left
to put a bomb on me, gold cross chain from my mom 9 on me, aged 25 times what the time gone be, flow time bomb flows wit the m.i.c. You can't spit wit
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
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