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famous, boy we're breaking down their doors
If you think you're finna stop me, then nigga just start your war
I know they know my name but I need a few

down
Hell of night I ain't no school boy
Everything around me you see the vision I drew boy
I ain't tryna flex just showin what I could do boy
I ain't

Of ups and downs, from city to town
Where he met a clown who was wearing a frown
I wondered if he'd had a wife and children
He sure must have been a hard

niggas look stupid
No hesitation, I step back and shoot it
I roll by myself with a few bros included
Puffing on fatties, I'm constantly zooted
I ain't

I was born in this City’s,
had no home
had no place to turn to
I was on my own
Had no mama, had no father
Had no friends, I had no buddy to call

believe that was enough
Young lil niggas walking up and down the block
Though it was game 
When we was duck dodging shots
Fast forward
Now I got a few

down straight to her roots, which are not a blonde
Her true colors only known by the girls at a salon
(What the hey) I'm just saying it's been like two

Thankful for my parents
Shoutout to my Dad
Rosé got next
She's gonna be the best
Oscar's in a few
Black tux at the Met
ADA rep the set
You know that's

me
The households in England
Becoming homeless
In the cities
Cold embrace
There's a story untold
The homeless walk the streets
Their struggles manifold

the tears in my winter coat
I wish it was a little less but you can give me a few

And I've been driving down, drinking the tears that shed from the cold

shot, while she wiggle that butt

And I'm a young nigga, I'm just doin' my thing
Whole city showin' love and I'm still new to the game
Brookside be my

back
Z had went for robberies, I guess he love the quick cash
Neighborhood hero in the city, man I'm turning up
Chosen ones, 23 they voting like we

friends
Bye daddy I think I'm gonna leave and off you went
A few ballgames later suddenly you turn sixteen
Snappin' awkward pics at the DMV
Raced your truck

receive it when I
Burn the city down just moments
Before I leave it
Couple women stole my breath away
I let 'em keep it
They're practically living in spots

want and more
Girl what you lookin' for?
I got I got I got I got

Come from the city by the Bay
Bad bitches studying at State
Tell me when to go and when

DJ Play My Song		

		Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.

Verse :		The system is pumping, the party is jumping
		And all of that's

Playground
You might get lost and not found
By the players and the pimps and the vultures and hounds
Shots in the back lot of my building somebody's

and lover
Fear was standing at the gate
It was black against white while they burned down the cities
Caused by a war far away
All the blood and the shattered,

And latest cars, such sheen
But there's people you can't see, strung out
Behind windows and screens, cut out
In the parks the trees bow down to mourn the few

that he wears a skirt
Look at that bitch
He got a small stick
Get yourself a shovel and start to dig
Oh my god look at that fig
It's getting eaten by

the vultures and the flies 
Break it down to the bone
Nine to fives ain't ‘bout to cut it 
Got the poor folks scraping all the cash in need 
On the real these

people stealing money)
ついて回る肩書き
(Haunted by fame)
みんな違ってそれで良い
(Originality is the key)
だけど向かうコモディティ
(Everybody going to be commodity tho)
俺はやらない半端なshit
(I

that nut, yeah, sip it up
Bounce it up and down, dip it up
Ride it like a stallion, yeah, giddy up
Now "FREEZE! Titties up!"
I see your friend want it

of the City
None listen when he talks right
So he mutters Self Pity

Hey man
Could you spare a dollar?
I'm scared
I won't live much longer

I watch the Sky from