Lyrics:
the reason I don’t trust you people
Tryna butt through people for the benefits (Yeah)
Just because you knew me once, don’t mean
You get to cut through people
City
Bitch
Capital Hill
Capital Hill
From the top everything I see
Capital Hill
Capital Hill
From there I will go all the way
Capital Hill
Capital
Yeah
Uh
Riding 'round the city yeah
Flip the quad for fifty yeah
Plug bro yeah I'm litty yeah
I got some more with me yeah
Riding 'round the city
Indianapolis is in me
I am Iowa
Des Moines is my capital
And if you visit Kansas
Topeka has it all
Welcome to Kentucky
Frankfort is a nice city
trenches
Already can't trust a nigga cause it's harder to keep them out ya business
Work hard stay long
I get it I made it I ain't gon
These niggas showing
the maniacal force, we are the poison
Building up a city of gold, just to destroy it
And we've dug ourselves, an early grave
Holding onto the innocence
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
on the glock is a red dot
Leg shots now he raising his hand like Red Fox
Holding his chest because he got a hole in his chest
I'm holding the tech it's big it
Intro (The Cool Kids)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
So I'm eating my scrambled eggs this morning,
And then I think about it.
I'm the mayor of the city.
Yo
on Capital
And the city? Yeah they backing us
Back to the fact that I'm packing a bag full of magazines
Move a package ima courier
Actively acting out
Oh yeah, sorry - big up Preditah obviously
Big up my Birmingham crew, yeah listen up
Preditah
Capital J, little M, little E
Back in the day I was
up to the function, you know I'm spittin' game
Uh, uh
Got no wheels, and you know I'm on the train
Ridin' through the city puffin' on that grain, it's
I don't know what happened to me
I feel like a savage a beast
Bitch I'm a capital G
They used to be laughing at me
No we ain't rapping for free
I
my city on, city on
Imma put my city on the map, ay
Imma put my city on, city on
Imma put my city on, city on
When I step up to the mic I spit it real
to capital Im trying to get that capital,
Until my name's up in bright lights and capitals,
In the big big big big city, it's a bit bit bit bit crazy,
Where
on the church steps
She's still holding me down
My city I respect
What up north Oakland? New International
East to the West side music is the Capital
Music is my
the city as the capitol burns.
I'm calling, calling.
I'm standing at the gates of the west where the doors
open wide for the American Express and I
someone to stop him
He’s making his way up but still, right at the bottom
He gave me his trust, and I’m giving it back
Once I get the bag he’s the first
A system he can shape however he wants
The Virginians emerge with the nation's capital
And here's the pièce de résistance
No one else was in
The room
trust, there was time I copped, a robbed a yute
Now I ain't tryna rob no plugs, and never fuck with prostitutes (never)
I should make them pay to fuck
to dimes
New York City, the capital of crime
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now once again it's Santana the Great
I built this city on hammers and weight
it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
That's how the city be, everybody gettin' they hustle on
Judge singin' death penalty like it's his
it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
That's how the city be, everybody gettin' they hustle on
Judge singin' death penalty like it's his
Vers 1
You roam through the city, that's your one true desire
you have yourself a good time, then you burn me in your fire
cause there's only you,
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