Lyrics:
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
Spotlight keep shinin'
Im glowing up
So how come my city don't know bout us
Yeah,
I come from the bottom
To show em' the top
And I rep for my city, my block
yo mamma shed a tear
Whoah!
I just bought a new set of veneers
Shinin' so bright while I hang off chandeliers
Music sound so good
I'm like man
see me shinin'
Money keep on piling'
Got this way from grindin', grindin'
Oh, baby I just want it all
Paintings on my wall
Car phone in my car, car
to the Mecca
New York City where rap was invented
You'd love it if you was in it
Yeah, yo, Wizard of Oz, I push bars through seminars
Recoup and reinvest
in the city
Got rats in the city all around
Shit I got jumped in the city
Got robbed in the city
Run up on, guns drawn
By a cop in the city
Had
is not for you
On my J-O with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee
Your name off the payroll
Style fresh like I'm still a day old
And it's been
I dont play about mine
I dont play about mine
Put two in your mind
Put ya somewhere
They wont find ya
We stayed down
Now we up and we shinin
I dont
slammin Maybach doors
They broke my jaw in the club, Billy nursed me to health
She more than a friend, she showed me that I wasn't by myself
And I been
5 a.m. n' da party still lit
Grab a couple mo shots before I hit that spot
We outside shinin' our moonlit diamonds
Better speak yo mind before we hit
is for real
In these streets every step gives you plenty dreams
Frank Sinatra blues the city's got hella themes
Best trip ever wish I could rewind
Flow
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
an Audemars (Shinin')
You try to dull it, get punched in the gullet (Big Facts)
I got a style, the foreigners love it
You ain't above it, nah (Never)
Leanin'
shoot from any angle (Fah-fah-fah)
Youngin's in trouble, they gettin' tracked by they muh'fuckin' ankle (Beep-beep-beep-beep)
In the city of halos, if you
do
Go and find yo way dawg
U gotta do you
Goin on in life you movin by ya self
Gotta get it on my own
Ion like askin for help baby
Ion know.. what Im
(Everybody's shinin' like new money
There ain't no other crew like this in the world
There never will be another, not black
There never will be,
of the world
Shinin' like, diamonds and pearls (Diamonds and pearls)
Still a ghetto boy (Yeaah)
A little ghetto boy (Mmm)
I done lived my life up in the,
chain, smash the lens in your specs
Listen it's, lil' fame right?
With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
Hey yo I'm firin' out a coppertop city
me now?
We got the industry on lock
The world is on shock
I'm a take a piece of the rock
Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park
me now?
We got the industry on lock
The world is on shock
I'm a take a piece of the rock
Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park
I think that I did too much tonight
You said that you would stay by my side
Now I get lost when i look in your eyes
Dont tell me no lies
Dont lie
on Michigan
The devil seen me comin', he sulkin' like, "Yo, that's him again"
Helpin' people out of the fallacy they been livin' in
Forty-somethin' minutes,
I be wit the killers, I be by myself
I be gettin' money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by
girl
You're gonna be, a shinin' star
In fancy clothes, and fancy car-ars
And then you'll see, you're gonna go far
'Cause everyone knows, just who ya
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