Lyrics:
of you
Guys like me can't escape (They built gold monuments brick-by-brick)
From the silver city (Which fell in a moment with a click, click, click)
But
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
This goes out to my niggas D.P.G.
I never claimed to be a gangsta, I just do me
Back in my city
Feeling like I'm Diddy
Said I'm
Back in my city
(Let me tell you a little something about L.A)
(I love it)
Woo
Ooh-ooh, woo
City of angels, city of angels (alright) ooh-ooh
City of angels,
Forever reign in this place
In the city of God, city of gold
Hear your sons and daughters sing out
That your peace will reign
We desire freedom
a bad decision
Keep the 9 right by my side I feel like rajon
Tap ya soul it to gold, I got the Midas touch
Got the Midas touch
All my links done turned
of gold by owning all gold harder
Than the gold dust which was used like their dollar
Soldiers hired to protect and to expand the border
Governors ran
Singapore I'm bringin' the sun with me
From the Robert Taylor homes to Africa's slum cities
I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Parisian
doors, whip
Whip city then ice that crack gold
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherfucker
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherfucker
Hello, hello, I'm mean,
I hold
Well there's gold in the mountains, love in the hills
I don't need no city women with their diamonds and frills
There's gold in
it hot
I got patterns like Saturn, the rings
The rings
Uh, Gold Digger, that's the single
The single
Gotta hit the club just to mingle, to mingle
Why
up and keep it spinning
I'm the ghetto superstar from the city of H-Town
Rugged smile to this prepare to bow down
I thank the lord for giving a slice
And I always keep that player shit for the streets
Your man's album hella flimsy, that shit weak
Drapped in some Maktivity for fashion week
She
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 a sign while the city still slumbers
And the ribbons and the river forever unroll
In his kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold
for a sign while the city still slumbers
And the ribbons and the river forever unroll
In his kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold
and a lake
A gold Glock and a chain
It's Quinn dawg, know my name
Yeah I made the city jump
And the money made the city run
Drip drip make the city flood
Swish
We getting it done on the a team
Gold chains on bitch I pity a fool
Get a bag get a bag
No friends only family
In Baltimore city ducking goblin
the vibe, nah, they ain't wit it
Half them other folks, they be gold diggin
But I got my crib inside that gold city
We goin by God's plan it's that OVO
It's
I'm a city boy n***a
Bag full of cash
Lookin' for a hot girl to shake that ass
I'm a city boy n***a
Let me see you act up
I just wanna see that ass
the same damn car
I'm feeling like one of the realest It's that by far
I'm probably gone build a latter and claim right to the starts
Whooop
City
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
high
On your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
Cause in the city of dreams
You get caught up
In the schemes
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
of the Lamb
And the one who spoke with me had a measuring rod of gold
To measure the city and its gates and walls
The city lies foursquare its length the same
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