Lyrics:
DJ Khaled, we the best
Who, we nigga
We the best
The Runners, I represent the ghetto across the world
And you represent the hood, two hands in
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
two scarred hands
Giving him the best of everything that's left of
The life inside this man
I've been born again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see
to crawl
I met the One with two scarred hands
Giving him the best of everything that's left of
The life inside this man
I've been born again (Yeah,
infactuated by the ropes and the shiny
gold teeth I was to big to break dance
fuck spiining on my back
my role models now run numbers and sell
crack this
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
get high
I might wave hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
A-with the weave in your head like a mop?
enough for the city
I'm living for the city, yeah, yeah
Oh, living just enough for the city
For a nothing, nothing, city
Oh, living just enough for
enough for the city
I'm living for the city, yeah, yeah
Oh, living just enough for the city
For a nothing, nothing, city
Oh, living just enough for
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
to become Mufasa
Got scarred up, in a heart that was pure
Hakuna Matatas a luxury we can't afford
Traumatised by winter nights, cool, I keep going
Now its
can tell by the cars I drive, I got money
In the city where I am from, I stay hungry
I'm certified as a real gangsta
Hating on Rum will get your ass
They're loving the boys
City to city yeah
City to city yeah
City to city yeah hee
City to city yeah
Am on my private jet
Sipping Hennessey
I made a couple
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
feelin'
Every dang night, I try to conceal it (conceal it)
By kneelin'
Hopin' He'll reveal it (reveal it)
I-I'm stained with anger and pollution
Drinking remy blowing strong gas
Speeding in town in a fast car
NASCAR, God damn that's a bad car
Wala Why damn star
Tatted my face I'm already scarred
destiny, no
We light up the city baby
We light up the city baby
Mhm hmh, light it up
Young T, God son gold soul, shine on
Tonight we killing the scene
I
the long stretch
I'm scarred for life like a fuckin Vietnam vet
Small city but my dreams way beyond that
I ain't on yet but this right here the bomb threat
more
Like this Shit is soccer I'm focused goals
In a new city but bringing it home
I'm good for the play like Patrick Mahome
Live everyday like I coulda
a place we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we're singing and your
Hand's upon my knee
So we're okay
We're fine
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
what's been done
I know there is enough for everyone
Frustration brings a heavy hand to bear
And there's never been a hand
Did we ever have it good
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