Lyrics:
a winner like Peyton
Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome
Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans,
theres a weed odor
Last time i told you im not going to buy your gold
Got people in this city its windy when its cold
Lots of love sure enough fucck it
?
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin' boo, is this is all about you
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about
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Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin' boo, is this is all about you
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about
it's never been mine
Because it's never been mine
I said by blade, by bullet, by flood or by flight
I'm gonna ditch this body in the city tonight
have taken, one to many jabs
They still call me Peter,
The songs pan out after we cross out the hook
Like it's copied out a book
Found it in the nooks
perfection
Don’t act surprised by now you should expect it
Don’t act surprised by now you should expect this
I’m crossing g.o.a.t off the checklist
Niggas they
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
violent
Maybe cut your fucking head off
I like when it gets silent
I'm still in a city where prerequisite is pretty women weed and good weather
I like
Got my city on lock down
Cold
Got my city on lock down
Cold
Got pulled over by the cops last night
Whoah
Na una dey murder all the gaddam songs
All
Got my city on lock down
Cold
Got my city on lock down
Cold
Got pulled over by the cops last night
Woah
Na una dey murder all the gaddam songs
All
think when you look down and see
A bracelet on your wrist engraved with Khaleesi
I know its gold but its still a chain I'm begging please don't break it
ain't fuck what you mean playa
(Juicy J)
Playas from tha Hollywood
Evergreen is my hood
Smokin' city
Show them gold teeth
Ridin' in tha woods
[Hook]
You want this money (Yeah)
Come take it from me (Yeah)
Won't stop at nothing, you're a gold gold rush girl
You chasing paper (Yeah)
You
grapes (Connect)
Lock it off, Only circle of greats, ugh
Cross off the goals and the dates
Goal card (Yea)
Looking at the goals like they not far (Yea)
it everyday
If you ask me where I'm at I just say I'm on the way
I'm cross the country with it
I'm cross the globe on they ass
I'm cross the country
Love me or hate me!
I still love you!
If You mad cause you not me!
I still love you!
I sense a little jealousy
I still love you!
If I don’t love
angle
I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbows
It ain't no pot o' gold it's where the products sold
It's where we lock and load
feelings, shit, I'm barely there (oh yeah)
I can never live in New York 'cause I can't carry there (oh yeah)
They say I can't live in my city 'cause it's
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
a picket line
Two years gone by but still they never ever cross a picket line
With their wives and children they stand together, never cross a picket
Down under where the sun's blazing hot
Life in Australia it's a tough spot
From the bush to the cities we're all in the mix
Facing hardships daily
not one of them
It's bare
But for the vast banner hanging from
The ceiling as still as death
Displaying our city's seal, that eye
"Always watching"
is pathetic
Hating on my style
you bum niccas cant get it /
we fully vested
u cross
we blessed it
gold lining on out but nicca
don't test it
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