Lyrics:
of blooming wonder
In the eternal presence,
In the presence of the flame.
Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder
Didn't I come to lift your fiery
time
So grab a hold of your seats while I open your mind
And take you back to when I dropped down from heaven
And I came out my moms and had a mic as my
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
but the city that dreams, for sure
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, I'm upset,
of the out- outbound train
The rich folks they own the big city
And they down us for living the way we do
But when you're born the child of a poor man
You
a pool stick (haa)
That's your bitch right, why the fuck she choosin (haa)
And this Henny got me oozing (haa)
That's that rich life, she wants to eat Ruth
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
Jesus Christ was a man that traveled through the land
Hard working man and brave
He said to the rich, "Give your goods to the poor"
So they laid
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
living by rules
New rap patrolling the city, follow my crews
Bleek you're still with me, nigga what did I say?
The time is coming you one hit away
you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
rolled me to the very first row
I held a big sign that said "Kiss me I'm a baker,
and Monty I sure need the dough!"
Then I grabbed that sucker by
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
in the city you get from Bama Joe, ayy
Come get you a turkey bag, come spend your Ham 'n' Low
Shotoff
All these hoes tryna lock in with a young
Livin' in the city
Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on
But the job demands that you make new plans
Before your big chance is gone
You get
my gun
Fully automatic, hit the switch, it's rippin' through your lungs
Free Big Set and free PG off of that murder one
I be with them felons and my
probably get rich
But if you know me
You know I'm fly as a pilot could get
The plane big as a crib
I got my squad in this bitch
I got my main in this ho
I
Ayy qRN
Rich Homie Quando nigga
That right two, no that right three
I'ma fuck 'em up with this one
You can't hang around me 'cause you capped up
You
the city now
Your skin's your travelin' bag of your existence
Yours is shabby and scab while mines glistenin'
Vivid on my skin how many continents I've
the whole shit up
But in fact I haven't seen them since they locked Big Rich up
I know
But same time I'm quick to forget
I'm 'bout to roll me up a blunt
the best to ever do it bitch
And you the best at never doin' shit
If you the shit then I am sewer rich
Try me and ill have your people readin' eulogies,
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