Lyrics:
bricks
'Cause I was up on Harrow Road pebbling this shit
And I'll tell you right now you'll be never getting rich
He used to have P's now he's begging
Will the 90's be another decade of apathy? are you just going
Sit by and watch things get worse and worse? no!
The rich will stop at nothing
Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich
Pompous and arrogant,
on me every day, ain't goin' for the stick-up (I ain't goin' for that shit)
Biggest in this shit, too rich to have my shit tucked
I had to fall back off
caught years, turned one to six
One man, I never need no accomplices
Corner boy, meeting cats by the Londises
I was just in the can eating sandwiches
there's no pity
One man's land for another man's city
[Chorus]
Take it back, to the place that I love
Take it back, to the big sky's above
Take it
(BL$$D)
Beach Boy in this ho
(Ayy, Benjamin, he got Benjamins)
From hopelessness to going big
I went through hell and rose to this
Now
Circle small
But at any call it's going down
I like them country girl thick
But I'm city bound
And you know what time it is when I'm in yo town
I'm what
the city
Sorry if you the type for an Uber
What you heard about me girl is a rumor
Haters gonna hate
‘Cause you got the freaking number eight
And they
Muthafucka, I'm hated, muthafucka, I'm hated
Muthafucka, I'm hated, muthafucka, i'm hated
And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm
Big chief of chuck T's wife
working on my mixtape
All black puffer and it's grizzly grip
I barely slip, I'm fully equipped
You skip, merely merely in your house by the cherry tree,
sow
This for yours and my niggas
Break they doors I need entrance
All on the floor is this living
Crying at stone
Can't get high I keep sprinting I feel
the dying got everybody flowers
I got em by the b-a-ll-s you know what they fuck imma do
Bahama by the breeze a big steppa nigga stella got her groove
I'm
situation
But I guess you wanna be dead wit a toe tag
Cause you say you in the streets wit em big bags
So you ride round the city wit that fake cash
Wit
show them
All of the things you owe them
Keepin' your dreams outta sight and fightin' alone and
Dreamin' big, don't forget about the little
All the power
a home down by the shore
A place to hang your hat and more
You sent me postcards to tell me of
Slowing down and finding love
The thrill has gone from
make the glocks sound
(Nigga we got it locked out)
(Y'all niggas is popped out)
We're raw 'n diggy Caveliti
(All city)
(And this here, what we call
here strictly by your invocation
So what do you say?
Why don't we dance awhile?
I'm the heart of swing
I'm the twist and shout
When you gotta
here strictly by your invocation
So what do you say?
Why don't we dance awhile?
I'm the heart of swing
I'm the twist and shout
When you gotta
the painting you restored in Kansas City
the one from the circus, so meticulously
Your sculptures are on par with the finest in this whole world
the alligator
the truth, the right
You know I know the truth
How your Tims gotta hole in the rim
You getting money ain't that
What you told them
Bossgame make a bitch go
the mornin' and night, do the math okay
Our society leave us hangin' two times a day
Hate your guts when it's right
Lock ya up in the night
The city took
big thing
Shit, well I'm looking like I need to come and fill that position
Listen, can't wait for y'all
Either I'm finna find a way or I'll make
a powerhouse track black the city out
And when we lose it let the mood of music reach us
Coming through the tunes that free us
Revolution through your
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