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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

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

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

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

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 my wrist[00:58.92]Gold plates, big waist, 130 in the whip[01:01.30]Put my mark into the road, gettin' flirty with ya bitch[01:03.61]I grab my Colt, I'm

THE 70S 
THE GOLD ON MY BODY WAS WAY BEFORE ME 
DONT COME AROUND IF THEY DONT RIDE FOR ME 
HJHOP ON THE BOAT, JUST TO RIDE ROUND THE SEA
I GOT THE SEAL

I done lived that hard knock life
But I always pray to heaven, 'cause it's hell here
In my city, ain't no chance to excel there
That's why I'm still

can't sleep
I'm pumping the weed in the city, don't with me
I did do this shit with ease, Is it me, or you really digging me
No time for these bitches

Doppelgänger ting
Manaminoi
I woulda put the W in front
But it's not a toy
You boys finna make me calm down
First nize ya noise
Back when I was up in the city

fly to the city
Just copped a Barretta I’m keeping it wimme
Like YoungBoy griselda we trap out to Fiji
Keep one girl around cuz you bitches is needy
I’m

bitch I been on the road
Bad bitch baby I just lick up on her toes
Oh see a hater let it go
Bitch I got the smoke
Bitch I'm litty through the city you

people know what's happened
But they ain't going to admit it
No Suge, no Hov, no Diddy, no problem,
I do it for my city, Bakersfield the next Compton
Game

Flocko don't know that's some gang shit 
We are real 'cuz you are who you hang with
Dody he a trendsetter whole city stacking letters
We been lied to since

putting on fa my city. Westside Las Vegas gotta problem come get me got a couple niggas with me and they all with the shit. Got a hundred niggas with you it

beefing when they need you they start calling
I’m focused on my money in my city I stay popping
Uh ay
Beef with us that’s suicide Abdul he finna pop you
We

back
Can't get back, so I just- (Yeah)
I walk into the trees, and I ain't plan on coming back
I pack my shit and run away to a city that I don't know

profit
With two pistols no cartoon the car tunes quaking
In the middle seen F fives and now my city shaking
We got everything sex money and violence

on me he know he too old
Tryna turn this lil chain to some real gold
Am I gon' get my respect, who knows
Got connects in the city I got contacts
Like

she ain't thinking names
I got the whole city lit, got it up in flames
Rolling dice on a bet
And I'm into debt
Got a flight, overnight
Skipped the time

numbers getting high like a bong ignited
Want a favor I’m gon see your call, decline it
Everything I make is gold, like I’m always Midas
You know I’m too

a flaming hot
I hopped in that Benz I was on the block I know how to mix wen its in the pot
Yea I'm from the city the side white sox
Theses bitches gone fuck

Grind to get a different style black and mild with the swisher
Taking pictures with some bitches
They’ll never come to my city though like a big thick