Lyrics:
and College Park and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
Club niggas, Magic City and them Southern players
I never said I
geechied out
When it get too cute I say "cool
" I just let Miss Reesy know
Magic City, a stack for the fattest asses
My Black Bentley is rented
Right now I'm
When she leave with me, I'ma fly her back to the city (for sure)
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Verse 1:
Light over the city bright
I take flight on a magic carpet visually scanning this metropolis
Graphite and Philly guts through the cats
tapes, yeah, forever
Yo word
Yo one fro the trouble
Two for the time
Three fro the rumble
Four for the rhyme
Do that crooklyn shit style all the time
of those
But I got a lot of hoes
Yeah so you really gotta show
If you really gonna ride for the bros
She got that
Booty magic but it's plastic
Gang gang
Yeah
the majority
I'm two steps ahead while they plotted it
Plans of a posthumous O'hene Savant by their operatives
Highly evolved software that manages
To perform
got three hoes in this two door and one just want to go bi
We just trying stay, We just trying stay live
We just trying to get by, We just want to get
say you
I'm a sexy lady
Come on, get down
Get down tonight
Baby, baby
Take it day by day
Baby, baby
Sure you're gonna say
One, two, three,
them go by
Cause my lyrics are as tactical as it gets
A poet from the city not the capital
My rhymes are rapid and static my flow's dynamic
My words are
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two
A rebel I be one
As they fall day by lonely day
Enamored with the city, the people who entrust me with all their hopes and their dreams
I couldn't help but notice,
Treat every club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
By the time
heater
That Orlando used to dump shots through the beamer
Occupied by two of the niggas that jumped him at The Grand, MGM Grand
Warm day in 1996, September
2:30 baby, won't you meet me by the bean
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin'
getting rich
I still get it gone by the zip
Call it black magic like a trick
It's just me and glo in the trap wit it I'm like ace he be money mitch
And If
backstage, friends came too
We was getting paid
Checks by the twos
Here for one night lil shorty, what it do?
Lil shorty what it is?
Lil shorty, what it do?
Welcome everybody, this is City Heights
Hope you like your stay, the graffiti's pretty nice
Mostly warm days, a couple windy nights
And if you look
[Verse 2]
People rushing
Passing by
Faces blurred
No time to say hi
Skyscrapers reaching for the sky
But here I am
Feeling low
Feeling shy
Clip cover
fucked a few female stars or two,
Then a blue-light niggas knew like Mike shit not to be fucked with.
Muthafucka better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs
Oh here I am after all these years
In a little hole in New York City
It's a little room up there
To cover me up by this snow as it falls outside
life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
Neighborhood superstar
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