Lyrics:
the stories begin
Life is hard, I couldn't speak, I've cried but I uphold
I'm scarred too, now I'm a storyteller, my glory's gold
They say the city streets
on the throne
I'd stop this mess and
Just need to think about it
I ain't going to Sun City
If-if somehow by the South African government
Sun City is described
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
, gold) I said gold, gold, gold
Used to look at me stupid at the show, show, show
Now when they hear this music they just go, go, go
Bitch I was born by
between a hard place and a rock
A scarred face amid a white flock
Stocks collapsed and head on the chopping block
Clock ticks mock the colored peacock
I
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
She came from a small town
Hypnotized by the big city life
She came looking for a piece of action
All she got was the big city life
She tried
too dark)
She stabbed me, now I'm scarred (now I'm scarred)
She left me here to die (to die)
But bitch, I'm still alive (I'm still alive)
Way too lost
cnd I ain't Illuminati or a creep
But by any means necessary, that's the fucking deal
I got that Egomenia, ‘cuz I'm an artist
Wmukh shwai 3arabi, so
desolation
Harboring both the pride and the shame of the nation
Living in the old
City young
City bold
City gold
City grime
City rich
City poor
City roar
City
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck (keep a gold chain)
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
Grab life by the horns when I
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold
go for gold (baby)
Gold
Gold
Gold (and if I die)
Go for gold (hmm)
And if I die (go for gold baby)
Hey
Go for gold baby (just know my love was
I been feeling pain all my life I still ain't heal I'm sorry
These wounds run deep and I know that I'm forever scarred
I just pray that by the end I
fingers inside your glove
I fell by the snare of your garden
My hands only scarred with love
And if the moment becomes too soft
You pull the words right
City under siege it's like I can't even breathe
I'm from the state of car thieves G, deep from the street
Plenty beef I play for keeps, arrange
prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's
attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it?
gotta watch yo head
They catch you slipping
They gone kill y'a
Now you choosing life or death
Either way you scarred
See I'm come up from out that strop
City under siege it's like I can't even breathe
I'm from the state of car thieves G, deep from the street
Plenty beef I play for keeps, arrange
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
is cold
It's a long road
Yet I still go
Even though I say it
I aint really in it for gold
Yeah
Walk down my only road nobody by my side
I be looking
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