Lyrics:
an acapella before we get out of here
We gon' get to that shit when we get back
Ten years of probation
That's 3650 days shit
How I'm supposed to make it
I
niggas change I thought that I would never see before
I feel I'm hated in my city I just thought I let you know that
You can Hate me or love me I'm still
flexin
But I'm from the Valley, where you get plugged by the Meskins
So if you smoke in Texas, make sure you thank our connections
Bitch I'm from Texas
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
You're conflicted
Just a boy from the city
If I get my 3 wishes
They gon say I roll with a genie
I'm unlocking the game, I do magic
Got so many stunts
They
when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I
on a riot
The last one surviving
Its Dodge City if I'm goin down I go down like I'm Wyatt
Yuh Yuh, Saevy what ya on? Just talking my shit
Till I'm dead
Unk,what that walk about
Been killing since like 06
Girbaud strap
Headband up on my wrist
It's hot in here go get the lunatics
I 106 & Park it
Pull up in
the bottles
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Bad bitches, marble floors
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Magic City, calm down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
New cheese, revenue
I got
Say I can't do it by myself
And I just lean on em
Hoe shut yo mouth
Before I go and put that beam on em
We wet em up and hit that skirt
No we don't
All these city lights and you the main attraction
Don't get hypnotised by the cameras flashing
One night guaranteed satisfaction
I'm known to get my
the plastic off it, you can feel the magic
Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging
When I'm back in the back of my city, back in
Ayy, me and Lew kickin' shit, nigga, right on
Just made it out the city, tryna make it to the Clio
You don't know the feelin' when I make it out Ohio
magic with this rap shit
Linked up with my brother C0ldWrld now it's doomsday
Gettin' to the money boy don't make me catch a new case
I was in the kitchen
act surprised
I be trying to put y'all on game all you gotta do is listen
It's early in the morning unk don't care he cooking in the kitchen
You gotta
chalk you out
DJ Unk, we walk it out
Fat ass, yeah, she poke it out
Yeah, you heard 'Thesaurus'
White hoe say that she a Taurus
I said that that shit is
thought about
Should of did like I danced to UNK when I walked it out
Instead of trying to be what they talk about they still talk about
Naw
See man see
said before they not me
Fuck being iced up i had to get icy
Retaliate if the situation looking dicey
Better come correct like five stars vice city
Cause
on the cross Huh What
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
I'm living in the gritty city how I maintain
When everybody in my hood wanna slank cain
But Jesus Christ on my
on the cross Huh What
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
I'm living in the gritty city how I maintain
When everybody in my hood wanna slank cain
But Jesus Christ on my
an hour flat
Acapella, nigga, way off the sour pack
You nice my nig devoured that
A diesel when I'm on the track
Whitney Houston way before the crack
Bobby
stripped
By a vietnam vet
On some call of duty shit
Old school nigga no gloves when I use it
Throw away revolver no mask when I do it
Game like strep throat
I'm wide awake
It never sleeps make no mistake
Whatever sets off the spark
A magic glow lights the dark
Then I'm intrigued by the sight
Of the city by
and get a check, I tried to warn you
A lot of people dyin' bout the shit they live by
In Bloomfield, chillin' with the plug, we off M5
I done ran through
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