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to imagine we'd be living in utopia 
But shit we gotta cope, even tho we loosing hope 
Now the city burning, the country up in smoke
We've been crying out for

good days
I'm finding my balance, my lyrics on pallets
I'm so filled with malice, I want the gold chalice
That rhyme is so bad on your palate
It's been

amongst the wolves and bloodhounds that's why my mind wreckless
Gold links, fitted for a king that's why ya man's jealous
I got, way too much to lose

the city
Toast to the new year glad I got some real ones wit me
Real shit only no we never did the trendy
Dusse or Hennessy I don't do the remy
Know I gotta

that it exist
My goals was never to get them straight A's
My goals had me riding boats and rocking gold chains
Stunting over all you lames
To me this is

the game like a true sniper

My words hit hard like a street fighter In the style of rap, I ride through the city
My verses so gritty, they make em' all

movin head and makin blues
The whole city fuckin weird and out of tune
The crew tight all in that's fax
On the map
Fuck that
Y'all trash
Take a path
See

controlling my bitch
Youngins running they hood the patrolling with sticks
Invicta my wrist that bitch gold wit a tint
Im staying real i wont fold to get rich

tell you I got it got mula

Tell you when I roll better brace up
Gwap Gwap Finna chop when I flex up
My Shorty dripping gold from the face down
Pop Pop

Well its me, V-I-E-W-S
Flyin' through the city with a S on my chest
I'm from the West Coast, the land of the beaches and finest smoke
Pass it

Niggas get active when they hear that money sound
I'll throw a hunnid parties when my niggas touching down
Gold city you know we balling
We got get it no

that didn't believe
But I walk how I talk so I know that they see
I pull up in they cities with gold on my teeth
I ain't focused on bitches I got Adeline

the finger roll
Brand new Guiseppes, caught me a thow-wow
Off doing shows
Walked out of A1 with the new Jesus pieces
All gold
Winter time on Superior, 10 below

feet

I'm bout to flip the mode I'm on my busta busta rhyme shit
Dipped in gold man my watch is timeless
They trynna find a fuck but never find it
And we

nose ring
Ain't feeling no pain nah
Stuck on that slow flow shit
Fuck that bring it back
Flowing through the city put your seat back
Lil homie hit up

bring the block
If I win some money whole gang drip gold
If I say forever this shit is 4life
Just catch the bag hard times go back
Chronic my dawg we

gotta code the bank, get gold and some silver when we hide the safe

If you search there's chrome on side of waist, blow out your motherboard when beside

didn't mean it
But I know when I be in your city it's my name they screaming
Yeah, they didn't believe I came up off that EBT
Medicare and that welfare

of the city I’m pretty high
I’m sky scraping, surrounded by all of these pretty lights
My breathing is fucking tweaking, I’m wheezing I’m really hype
Warm tears

the Yoch
Still ain't given what I got
It's shitty
Nobody get me
And I'm so damn down
But there kids gettin' killed in my city
It's a pity
Said the prayers

tell 'em that I'm sorry
If today's my day tell 'em that I'm sorry
And I be rocking only silver in a city of gold
New fans on my phone helped me feel more

Yea, pitch

Lightweight shorty with me - Out tonight - we takin on the city
I know you see it and you know you see me 
That white gold on her ring -

On the in-between
Feet covered in gold
Skin blue and glow
Every ray an arm of reaching light
Each road different like the snowflakes in her eyes
Driving

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