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feel like suicide 
Trust me I don't really know how I survive 

They say there are better things when the sun shines 
I have met so many girls in my city

Little girl, big dream, big city
Big world, big boys, shit's gritty
Turn her out because she's just too pretty
Best believe they ain't giving no pity

oh yeah, know you got me
Yeah, I've been stuck inside computer screens
Stuck inside a lucid dreams
Watchin' all this time go by
Tryna see what it means

People come around, up and leave when the sun's down
Sun down, switch it up, comin' from the bottom now
Bitch took all my luck, come finish what you

I'm like oh okay take his ass out broad day
Throw ten bands to my man you know he spray
When we hit the city the opps pray
Buy the team glocks for

of the youngins, they know I'm the man
Don't step in my city cause we finna spin
All of these haters, they really be fans
Glock in my pocket, I just need my hands
I

I'm here for the weekend
Heard you been needing
Love on your body
Silence was seasoned
What is your reason
Grew around the violence
Oh I'm tired too

a story 'bout the boy who rose to save the city
Or a tale for all the broken hearted to cry by taking pity
It's the details of who I've grown to be, I hope

It's to flex with you girl
Oh my
Legs, thick thighs
I see dinner
You Las Vegas heat times two
You's a sinner
Couldn't imagine ridin' without you, girl uh

colors
But now you're talking to me and I don't know what you're on about
For between the city of bonded phonemes
I have tried to use the many forms

don't touch that pole
Legs in the air I'ma snatch her soul tongue on rose, ring rose gold
Horse and carriage you're the one I want

I'ma grip you by ya

hit like woah"
But what they don't know, I've been to Hell and it's cold
They try to save themselves by getting all the dough
Always saw the bigger

stripes and shit
First year at this bitch I was Mr. Put It On
I popped my shit
They can't see me
Oh shit pulled off in a Q50
This bitch in sport mode

Somewhere far out of the city
On my knees I spend my days
Lord I find myself in hiding
From the things I never say

Sink my secrets to the bottom

stop keep gunnin
Body bag come through wrappin shit up like a fuckin mummy
This ARP hit so hard, I shoot it by my tummy
Oh, he a plate, kno he get ate,

Oh, yeah
Where the dollar at, where the dollar at
Bitch
Where the dollar at, nigga, where the dollar at
Where the dollar at, nigga, where the dollar

City lights surround me
When I'm feeling blue
He's there to hold me
He knows what to do
Every party, he's invited
Makes my heart beat, so excited

It's all on you
It's all on you
Baby blue
Shot down by you

The city gates
The world awaits
Sick and tired
Uninspired twist of faith

You say you

straight to hell
Brodies in the shop, they out here screamin' like, what the hell
Momma had to send me cross the state, cause I was on my time
Me and Gangie

I got a plug, sellin’ slots, not like Motor City
Puttin’ on his glove, my niggas killin’ like they OJ Simpson
He ain’t never seen a dub, what the fuck

of
Mountain Mama Stillness
& traffic-packed thickness
Oh Yes 
Goddess is in the city, too
In the density & in the soup
As we come to close another loop

Just like you

Listen
She might sound a little country
But that's just what I like

Mm, the way that girl walk by me
I thought she modeled in a magazine

Laughing gas
Will put you on your fucking ass
Harmonious metropolis
Without a single drop of liquor
Thousands in the city center
Smoking watching heavy

AS I ROLLING THROUGH THE CITY
ON A BICYCLE GOING UP A HILL
II SEE FANCY CARS DRIVING BY
NEVER KNOWING WHERE THEY ALL GOING TO
I WISH THEY COULD STOP