Lyrics:
They will never understand who we are
We don't have to stay longer around
Come to me baby
Tell me that you need me
And let's get out of this city for
They will never understand who we are
We don't have to stay longer around
Come to me baby
Tell me that you need me
And let's get out of this city for
spit it out I never chew
I got the stains on my floor from my last massacre I'm feeling numb
Are you dumb?
Never said I wouldn't kill it's just a thrill
clearer
While my eyes are filled with tears
And that's the Truth I swear it's Gridiron
Been on the field for way to long
I'd be a big liar
If I said I like
Pray for peace in the areas abandoned by police
Violence will never cease its American Greed
Silence in the murder scene; the Code of the Street
Cruising
And the city never sleeps
She's got a spell on me
So bad I don't want to leave
Goodbye Manhattan
Can't buy that attitude
The moon and the stars
Kiss those
gon put in pain
Like i ain't gon put in stains
You cant wash out with tide
When i slide in that rain
I abide by the game
But og's ain't do the same
reality
That's just not me
Met you in the summer
In the city lights
Smoking cigarette
Tears dripping down my eyes
Girl I wanted you
Wish I could see through
I said that same shit about ten years ago
Same nigga but now my tech is by my window
Been reppin threes wearin black
Since the days of block parties
things
Im feeling alright and the birds will sing
One day my albums they be holding
Its the little things that got me by
Orchid street did help me fly
Baby
back
Shit was cool till I stopped bringing drugs back
You was Browning Street, heard you loved that
Yeah you heard right, showed me love back
We was
never solo
Never solo
Never oh no
You are the one that I will run to every time I'm feeling down
You are the light in my night you are my sun you are my
lit
We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and spray at 'all crib
Had the trap
fake and losin' ducats, I'm scoopin' up
But identical, I will never be, pinnacle, I'm ahead of ye
Never begin a flow, at minimal, I incredibly rock
a person living on the street
But if you give but only words to lift someone higher
Then a heart of gold is what you will be
What's that force behind
[hook]SauceTh@t
OH LORD YOUNG NIGGA FINNA DO IT IN THE CITY OF THE NORTH
TO THE SOUTH SIDE ON
MY BACK SIDE
I WiLL CARRY CITY OF THE NORTH
FROM
drives him in
To murder innocence
On the rack of his devices
Vices and designs
She will never scrub the stains
From her arms
From her neck
From
or you telling I don't know a what's sooner
And say that my demeanor never show my clutch boomer
Was babied to the game by the Irish rose mooners
They told
got more than my share
Too much to bear!
Every beat of the hammer
Every blood stricken street
A way to trade off heat
They will bleed till I'm
Gives birth to an uprising
That will not be quelled by the new fascist regime
More is less
Place your bets
Shed no tears
On the white marble steps
In
the wall street war chiefs
The elitists groups, the masses
They pray to Jesus saying he will see us through
The masters are the aristocratic
The masses
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
by you weaklings, such nerve
Such gall valoran at my hand? Now
That's thinking too small
Imagine if you will a small nexus of worlds
As they curl
her son
She's been sick for weeks, she's not making any funds
Chikaodili balling never call mama for weeks
Hes been balling deep
No stain him bottega
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