Lyrics:
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
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
Spyder, two cars
One for the weekend, one for the Bae
House in the City, House by the bay
Drive in the Rolls Royce on the weekday
Salute the Chauffeur, have
sir
Man, I had to do it
Just in case you were one of the ones
Who wanted to come and ask somethin' stupid
(What you think you doin'?) What it look
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
the city
Everything is fair when you're living in the city
Everything is fair when you're living in the city
Look at Miss Elaine, it was the fast lane
I take my time to tell it to some
But I love those who accept what I've become
But who is gold? Who is gold
I know what I've been told
No monster just
in a jet
I got enough just to get you checked
You play and like Nike you just might get checked
Adyson a mistake not my lover, black face black mask
even recognize the artist
In your city
That look like you
Picture this It's infrastructure here
Somehow we ain't factored in the structure here
Police
Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian Bale
Yeah, they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger
But your looks don't help, like an old
the city?
And try to understand me, don't just think I'm being mean,
But unless it's friends and family, who I got that's fuckin with me?
It's crazy cause
she's a money magnet, smell a dollar bill in ya clothes.
Gold digger signs from her head to her toes
You here me sayin no don't mess with this dress
checked they got rid of one
Palms sweaty the fuck am I breathing heavy
I mean it could've been me by enemies by any means
This shit crazy
Mean this became
a look at the first of my days
In city that i was Raised
Here's a look at the first of my days
In city that i was Raised
Here's a look at the first of my
told me they look right in God's face
I've been bangin' the six, I'm certified, ain't gotta call Drake
Let me walk you through the city (so rough, so
Checked out the voucher
Said, real ones only no cowards
Look up to that pussy power (Wooh)
You got blessed with holy water (Uh, yeah)
You ain't hurting
mirrored you, spun my glass
You checked your nails
Coupled
Maybe in time (coupled)
Maybe in time (coupled)
Maybe in time you’ll share this life
Maybe in time
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
by the creek while we smoking by da creek
Niggas die for they chain cause flossing ain’t cheap
I see gold on your body, ill lay a nigga down in his
"look do you want to do the video? You can
be the old man in it." I said, "Old man? Look here, look here who do you think you're talking to... old man!
and spread
My wings because I'm riding with my (angel)
Going through the city of the Chi
Make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels)
Ooh, I wanna fly,
put pen to paper i escape the ends like im livin in shameless, why live if your gonna be nameless, fuck fame who’d wanna be famous, im just tryna get by
Best friend got cancer now i can’t stop crying
You ever sat & felt like you were just pressed for time,
You ever checked that account & saw not
chest
Like, Eastman's here in the house
All we wanna do is smoke a little loud
Talking all that shit is what got you smacked
Checked into the E.R. that's
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