Lyrics:
even like you by my door
Girl please I ain't even thought about a tour
Real me try to make you feel it in the chorus
Anomaly, can't get down with wearing
the darkness as
Cities burned by tears of cries
People don't judge the more lies
People like if one is not fine
Change the real, make me feel
The smell
the Red Angels of N-Y City
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonight?
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonight?
Not even five enforcement agencies can save
all in her mouth
I be reppin' my city for real
In my city, they steppin' for real
I call my plug Wayne Brady
He be like, let's make a deal
Keep a pole
Never liked being surrounded by non hustlers
It's only right to get money
My pockets never funny
I keep money
Feel like money
Smell like money
Look like
the drills that you taught me to feel what it's like to be real in a world on demand
Now that silence can talk
The drill is not to choke
So you roll and you
seen my uncle by da junkies
I dropped out of college family think ima flunky
My pops understood dat real hustlers love money
My mama know damn well she
one to check, it's all a stacked deck,
We all know for sure that it's real.
We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear,
Little by
(Yeah, where the girls)
Yah-yah
Ayo, my niggas can't cap, can't have fun by their damn selves
Everytime we pull up, gotta ask ""Nigga, where the girls
I gotta quit my rage I ain't bringing all my chill back
Me and my music the only thing in this world that's ever coming back
Ima get your city lit,
chase every world that I see
Because
This isn't real life
This isn't happening
Seems so believable
But it's not the real thing
This isn't real life
It's
Ever since you was a kid, full of hype, didn’t know shit
Full of confidence but no understanding
Real world people got real world problems
Just coz you
our own country let's start a revolution let's get out of here let's do Something
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas in the world
the rebels
They were dwelling in the City of Angels
Amongst old ruins that were left and abandoned by anglos
Dark fist God's kids minus the halos
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dying
They won't live to see today
Was it all worth it
You had to lie to get your way
gon ride
Babygirl is you gon be here by my side
Yo AJ
Let me talk to em real quick
Tss, its this girl
Uh yeah
All designers, all the love that you
cause this is real thug shit nigga!
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's a thug world t-h-you-g
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's
still got you
And I'm still solid
I want a real big house in the real big world
In a small town city with a hometown girl, nah for real
I'm just tryna
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
First year, he a sophomore
Him and God should have talked more
But he did, so he got more
Celebrated because it's our world
Every day
the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
the city of dreams,
You say it's not the real world,
Though it seems so real to me,
And I know that we're never turning back,
Can you see what I see,
Big City Terrorizer, say it, say it now.
Hello World, Sup everybody, I'm speaking to all the ppl out there.
There comes a time to where, you have
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