Lyrics:
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
The fog's the thickest there that's what they say
Find the old man at the bar the one with the scar
He knows the tale Flo he'll tell you who they are
But Flo
new wave
They been talking on my name & I said no way
'Cause we don't play, in the stu' like all day
What you gon' say, tryna sell out Barclays
And we
the GTA
In the GTA
Around my way
All you gotta do is come around my way
It's like a cool breeze blowing on Montego Bay
Man I love my city yall
Man I
by choir]
Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds)
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took
the side of the road, sugarcane and cotton grows.
Every other name is Thibodeaux down in Louisiana.
Have you ever heard a Cajun fiddle play? Dance till you
me on Thursday, Monday, whatever
They called me to the side, say you do this one thing, your city up forever
Man long live all my soldiers come take
a lot
But they all playing they role, put that on everything that I got
And all I care about is my city, man, I can't say it enough
I done heard things
Man, starting five when it's game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you
Ain't have a clue that I was
Country folks can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns
And we say grace
in the A, in the A, uh
A, in the A, in the A, in the A, uh
I'm a Bankhead nigga, you can bank that nigga
Looking for a sucka, well I ain't that
play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments
Talking about old connects and new prices
Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old
saver
You niggas can't keep up cause you too lazy
The average man'll never get to drive a Mercedes
The average eye can't see your chain and watch fugazee,
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
a cage, (womp womp) I read about a-a-
Did you just say, 'womp womp', to a-
That awesome moment where you have to work a job that you hate so you can pay
A fresh pair of jeans, a nice clean shirt
I'm on my island in the sun shout out to Weezer
Who can you count on these days in 2017
Lil' nigga, big city
how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Yeah a chain with the charm, Versace car alarm
Roll though your city smelling like a thunderstorm
and I break new grounds
Got a new crib and you can't come round
This year haters gonna big me up
This year no one's gonna hold me down
Yeah, I'm
Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap
Terrorist cuts up* )
(Can you feel it)
Now I'm a one-man choir, takin rap higher
Ex-friends lost their minds, saw me on the flyer
And was buggin their eyes
to sleep
Don't cry
Dry your eyes child
Cradled by it's grand design
My my ny (New york!)
Whatsup? (New York City)
What's good?
What's new?
What's real?
the place where angels come play
They say
That this is the place where it all can happen
For you, for you, for you, for you
California, knows how to make
glock fully, hot pellets
Have me running through the hall
It's on, like you being chased by the relic
Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any
are still emergin
I'm right by the skyline
Lookin' over the skyline
Old places and times that you weren't there
Ohh why ohh why ohh why
I'm right by
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