Lyrics:
feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on they neck
I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em something they can feel
go getters (Go getters)
I'm with some real go getters (Go getters)
Know they gone step (Yea)
Keep a dirty stick right by they side but stay clean like
by a fucking tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink
the henhouse
You and the rest of your clan better get out
By the time I'm done, you'll barely stand
Your just a bunch of smelly barbarians
What'd you say? I
having visions of a slaughter
Hate is instigated by collisions
With my father
I ain't gonna stop until there's
Bleeding in the water
Slit my fucking wrists
shit, had to make em believers
I ride wit my stick I'm not alone in the 2 seater
I'm cruising alone thru the city, just me and my nina
Back then they
all work
They didn't know I had did it
'til I did it at first
I ain't never had shit
Watch me get it out the dirt
Ice in the Cuban link
Diamond blue
in doubt I compare to the greatest[02:29.51]Measure success by the path paved in the statements I'm makin[02:32.17]Activism's lookin' for a change
But I'm ahead by about a hundred laps
Coming straight up out the V
That's the land of palm trees
Rolling in the whip one deep
I ain't scared of no fire
I'm from Levy City (across the bridge)
Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me
Bitch my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no)
I
had to leave him behind[01:26.12]You wasn't there for the ride[01:27.43]You wasn't there by my side[01:29.53]I put in work like a God[01:30.84]You
boots[00:48.68]Been in booth[00:50.17]Know by fruits[00:51.62]We bare no more[00:53.20]Won't put more on me[00:54.58]Ooh yea they left lonely[00:55.97]Try to block out
out the park
It ain't our fault its drastic
Shredded treaties, put they word to the flame
Its plastic
Lama lies that they spit in our face
Our word
in your palm, in your palm
Oh, Baby Doll, Baby Doll
Standin’ out in the crowd
You live life out loud
Take me away
With just a taste
Heatin’ it up
The more that I work the closer they are
I'ma keep going and growing and going and growing
Until the world eat out my palm
Cause
I'ma keep going and going
a thing of no use
It likes to call itself intelligent design
So here's the world in the palm of my hand
How come I'm feeling so tender
It's a man's world,
the life... we gone!
[Joe Budden]
I ain't with the leanin and rockin
That ain't even seen as a option, nigga as a teen I was mobbin
Stick him up, if it's in
shit[02:27.97]Yeah, it's on sight, this mop stick, yeah, it's a high glick[02:30.45]Nah, I ain't trying to fight, bitch[02:32.14]Why you out here woofing when you know
is the logic?
I'm in the circle of bosses
You in the corner alone
I grant you passage Khodafes
Commanded the guards to let you out the palace
Then
Breathe out
Breathe back in
I'm standing on top of the world
But it's a kick in the chin
Far out
But it's even further in
Shame you filled up your
soothin'[00:27.61]It's another day where I gotta be truly (yeah, yeah)[00:29.89]To my friends[00:30.82]Yeah the top, ride around in a city Benz[00:33.58]Drop
the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap
the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap
(Chorus)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya
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