City of Thieves

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Briel

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Copping blunts from the bodega
I got verses I got flavors
In the studio got my queen waiting for me later
Product of my environment
Might catch me in some gators
Birds of the same feather
Flock together you a traitor
Tryna stack my paper
Buy some acres in Jamaica
But I’m still in the hood with the movers and the shakers
Tryna build report with the shooters and the Mayor
Stray bullets up the block
You get popped by ya neighbor
Yougins with the shits like they aint potty trained
They was running round like they ain’t learn the game
Got a warrant? Put the crib in ya Momma name
F*ck the nation, reparations was the counter claim
Integration degradation, why they 40 bang
Bullets hit the voice box they don’t sound the same
In the hood tryna thrive not maintain
Running through the dessert or the jungle get stuck
Look him in the eyes tell them that the jig is up
In the city of thieves
Find somebody to trust, Guns gone bust
Women gone lust, Protection is a must
Gold on my wrist
I guess they want me in cuffs
I can feel they vibes and I can tell they ain’t tough
Tell them I’m a King, tell them I’m a King
Same crown King Tut
Expensive wine like I’m Bron man
My black queen love sight seeing
These the last days I might turn vegan
Stop smoking backwoods move to Egypt
I was copping dub sacks up the street from Rita’s
Weed in my lungs, water ice and freezer
SP to Uptown held a lot of secrets
A lot of missed goals and failed achievements
The city at war like Sodom and Gomorrah
Ashes gotta burn, tell leel grab the torch
I’m not concerned with hating niggas anymore
I’m more concerned with putting pops in a Porsche
Tailor made suits, tell Valet open doors
The car and the roof got divorced
I just visit my homie he got ARs on the floor
Anxiety he know that we at war
Running through the dessert or the jungle get stuck
Look him in the eyes tell them that the jig is up
In the city of thieves
Find somebody to trust, Guns gone bust
Women gone lust, Protection is a must
Gold on my wrist
I guess they want me in cuffs
I can feel they vibes and I can tell they ain’t tough
Tell them I’m a King, tell them I’m a King
Same crown King Tut

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