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the kids from the block but we were never trapping, ha
Just some high wild kids from the suburbs
Outskirts of the city got us chasing bigger pictures

ways
Put the city in flames
And we really don't play
No nonsense
And we really get paid
She gonna really get slayed
We don't really complain about

filled with blues that keep me verified
I hate fake niggas and i hate fake hoes
Green blue my money change colors like fake gold
Greatest of all time

a part of the city where there's a lot that we honor
And the power of the tongue will get you clapped on the corner
They neglect what's important
And have

everywhere comfortably
Dipped in gold I was fitted for
Bangers hitters and the clackers too
Play your role or come up out your soles
Manuever different called

попей компота (Skrrt-Skirrt)
Малышка мотор,(фррр-фррр) Ле-Лезет под капот
Я как Баста, проект - город дорог(city) 
Я не огород, но много камней
Делаю все

riding through my city
I feel like a dog when I'm beating up this kitty
My dick ain't that big but she feel it in her kidney though
Seminole
Puffin

getting busy though
So trash so ass
And you got a shitty flow
And we rep our city though
Shall In we wilding
You couldn't walk a mile
In my shoes bitch
Take

Thomas and full of doubt (Lets go)
My girl bad
Like battle rappers that make albums
Like rabid dogs
Killin it is the only outcome (What)
My flows insane,

of the city gold or fame

Cold, hard, empty
Since she left me
Yeah

I ain't MGK
But don't you forget me
Burning memories
Tribulations no one ever see's

Highest

with the business
Slam aleikum how you doing damn woke up in a foreign
Ridin round in my city, heat waves on a 100
That's why I keep it hunnit, paper

with a new whip
But I ain't ever with a new bitch
This my shit like Anubis
Gold everywhere like who this?
This bitch keep asking where the roof is

Mali-breeze
In the city, I could barely ever breathe
Stack the money for the nephew and the niece
I put calamata olives in the tea
Put a 7 on my name I'm

reminisce on life 
And all the liquor we threw up Air Jordans were 
Dope Gold Chains were cooler killers pimps and drug dealers 
They all schooled us foolish

voices you know you feel it
Look I know you don't got no question you gotta fear it
We the best rappers in the city that's O.C
Hold up moving down

a bruising knee
Now I understand they just want a piece of me
Why they got me feeling like a tourist, in my own city I be moving in a tour-bus
Red signs

Weed doesn't make
Me a criminal
Keep shut no talk
The boy is so rascal
Ask pascal
AMA eggar to pull the trigger
Casa
Zero joy
No holy man In the city
No

Nigga you can't stop me
Turning to a copy
So let's go rapedo
Chip chip cerio
Rocking all Marie gold
Counting dead's in front of po po
Now I'm like master

Call me sully from, monsters inc

NMU, 32
Decked and in green and gold, used to be white and blue 
I bet you thought i wasn't coming but i pulled through

nigga. Tell them nigga's watch they mouth. Focused on the wealth, can give a fuck  about the riches. You nigga's want gold teeth with the J's on feet, fuck

doubt in my mind, it's the best party in the city,
There's no other place, where I can get my face, painted like hello kitty
Everyone's impressed, cuz I'm

of emergency
You just gotta let your thoughts merge and see
Everywhere you look is absurdity
Observing the city so nervously
I'm sure I'll be suburban

real
Nowadays they wanna put you in a box
Your mind state gyrates while crime rates migrate
From one city to another ethnicity or the colour of your skin

Feeling shifty
My shorty I gotta keep her with me
Her body smoking like everybody back in the 60s
You know she pretty and got that grit from the city