Lyrics:
handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
one up on me
I go by God Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my niggas, them niggas love money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then than I do now
Neon heart, day-glo eyes
The city lit by
the city is ours
There's ceilings to climb, the road winds
Only lights is those from a Beamer
It's nice to pray in front of Christ the Redeemer
If your
loyal to my fam
Pray for all my enemies, forgive em, they don't understand
So I just work
I got fam and I'm the one that they depending on
Just another
to convince me
Trying to carry my city like 9 did
With all the odds against me
In Music City USA
As it was deemed by the Queen
Shout out to Fisk Jubilee
They
Skrrt Skrrt
Beep Beep Beep
Shootas
I got my shootas with me if a nigga start acting out
Do a show in yo city we flying out (we out)
Labels blowing my
gold everything
Every place
I don't even know anymore
You don't even ride for the boys
Ride around the city in the toy
You don't even go for the Lord
(Ooohhh)
I'm not
(City right behind me)
See me shine like
See me shine like
I'm not alone
See me shine like Midas covered in gold
Yeah yeah yeah
Home
through the city on the Westside
From the Westside
That city by the beach that summer time breeze
Where the surf meet the turf where the cops say freeze
on the planet
Strike like a meteor, do remedial damage, damnit
Cats can't stand it, get they ass handed and branded
By the lyrical New York City bandit
True
on the planet
Strike like a meteor, do remedial damage, damnit
Cats can't stand it, get they ass handed and branded
By the lyrical New York City bandit
True
the trenches
I pray all my nigga made it through
All the hater will get hit by some Nigga
Dead nigga man
Yeah for sure you gon get hit nigga
Fuck you think nigga
a friend
Back then we was balling out now homie is floppin' on meds
Pray he playing pretend
But you know that game never end
Big city make you feel small
from me his absence mourn
And firmly pray, Arrive the day,
He's never more to roam
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is
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
You think you know my city
You think you know her name
Thought you'd land in Hollywood
But you in LA County
Land stewards the Tongva
And the Chumash
MY NAME IS GOOD IN THE CITY
Young in the flesh, old by the soul
That's what you gotta know
I'm surrounded by greatness
Gold chain, 1st Place him
spend our energy getting angry instead of being kinder
(Angry, angry, angry, angry)
Singing hymns of praise in a city given up on by the gods
(Ba da ba
they coming for the king
'Til I stop and got them niggas sixty feet deep
Going for the gold, so you know I can't sleep
Ain't a wealthy nigga, so I gotta
getting pictures from the store
Shit is gold
"And I should, I should, I should leave"
It’s okay
No, baby, baby, baby, please
Everyday
I see you hungry,
a fan of my music it's gold
She outta my city the blo
I walk up and kiss her it never get old
She really like my biggest fan
And I'm in her dreams
While
Star
Glowing right where I belong, I'm the star they wish upon
Star
Pray to me and I'll respond
I'm the star I wish upon
Flew to town dancing through
to Harvard
I pray me and your momma had true love
And that we showed by example what it’s made of
I pray that I made you rich
But if I ain’t give you all you
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