Lyrics:
Went down to the city to get my thrills.
Chasing dreams, losing money, throwing dollar bills.
Overstayed my welcome once again.
They threw me out
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
the bill that was last week
Pass me
By in the back seat
Laughing
Cant catch me
Puffin on lawn
Took it for granted I was me
High school acne
Tacky women with
a Tennessee boy's gonna do
Take you and spin you right across the room
'Til I'm looking at what I'd love to see
And I'd love to see you're looking fine by me
Living in the big city
The American dream
Is far roaming in the streets of greed
Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more
But I ain't selling
can't tell where the city stops
And the nothing begins
Only in pictures before have I seen
Anything like from where I am standing
Looking I can't tell
walk round with a 40 by my side
Not for self defence I’d rather choose the time I die
Live it up everytime that I’m back in the 65
Cause no city hits
to do and so little time.
He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what
laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by
Blind to himself, he's laughing up his
laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by
Blind to himself, he's laughing up his
bill
I make it rain when she shake it for me
Who?
Daniel motherfucking Lee, drop that shit hottest banger in the streets
Hottest banger in the streets
I don't trust none of you dicks
Just looking at them stats, you need to build up them racks
And stop shooting up the city, like you in fucking Iraq
that he looking for me Cause I still post right in the trenches
Glocc in my lap when I slide through the city
Born with good accuracy I ain't missing
they looking for clues
That's an ugly truth
The ugly truth is
The energy you give ain't always gone be given back
The ugly truth is
They gone speak well
for some throat/ am in the mood for some Dominos/ barbecue on patio/ mixed with Afghani Smoke/ girls looking pretty right/ up under them city lights/
Live with regret, whole personas liquor and meth, yo
The city streets teeming with diseases and drugs
Released by the gov just to fuckin see what it does
Sauce Orleans we can party up on bourbon street
I'm from a city where them killers and them jackers be
Them choppers have a nigga running like
I don't turn the other cheek when they aiming for my temple
Malcolm X with that fire, peeping outside of my window
Got my music loud, bitch I think
mix yea she chocolate vanilla
I need me some more gotta get it
Pour up a drink and I spill it
For niggas who ain’t get to feel it
I pull up I wreck
becomes the cinema
With cameras in the street lights
The city life I live it up
Only my notable moments are here for quoting
The rest are over
Gone
All my life I been searching for you
I been looking for you
All my life I been
Searchin searchin searchin
For somebody for me that was picture
can see the failure
Side by side, hold my hand, I'm no more insecure
Together in this picture
Who am I looking for?
You're somewhere out of here
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