A Ruby in Emerald City

Man look at my Ooh Man look at my Shoes Man look at my Do Man look at my Crew I love this shit Feeling brand new Spending hella shit Better come thru Remember a year ago, Coping, swaying, feeling pitiful We were hoping, praying for a miracle You know what I’m saying, it was difficult Times like those ones would Make an atheist go Biblical Hold on nigga got dem bills to pay Got no time for playing, slaying lyricals Burning gallons tryna get my own milli Took my talents straight to Emerald city Where the niggas fly and the bitties are pretty I want the fame and I want it quickly Tap dancing for these Committees Got a deal, for my soul, I’m with it Throw me dope, we overdose, no Pity Give me thousands but they really ain’t with me Either way l need that milli Almost forgot who was Nigga I came from the mud Fuck it gimme me the bud Do anything for a buck Nothing else matters Honey All that we got is from luck A year ago we ain’t have money Emerald City Oh what a beautiful place, where dreams live and the past dies right in front of your eyes leaving no trace Sounds good in the hood till you realize that your leaders are replaced for fakes Nothing is what it seems It is when you read in between the screens that gleam in front of you like bars in a jail cell That you realize their true intentions, true intel Yea they speak well but don’t mean well, and their “Get Wells” are more like “farewells” wake up Emerald city wake up Man look at my neck, covered wit diamonds, why are they red? Man fuck what you said, man look at my threads, made of cotton prolly picked from the dead Burning rubber cost a hand and a leg Thought with the head instead of the head Becky preggy all she want is the bread She left you messy said you whistled Instead Doing shit that get you lit by the feds