You know how it gets when we back in the city, man
It gets crazy in The Dot
And you know I keep a Glock
Uh, uh
Back in the city
Up in the whip, there’s a blicky
All of these n***as be fishy
Shoutout my n***as in Philly
Everywhere that I go is lit
I just trap with a quarter brick
In The Dot, I got bored of it
She wanted more, give her more of it
I’m on the road doin’ foreign trips
Why the police wanna bother him?
They couldn’t father him
Guessin’ I never had tolerance
All of a sudden, acknowledgment
Couldn’t believe it
Looks, so deceivin’
Drip for no reason
Money receivin’
That’s all I know
No opp agreements
Don’t do concealing
Take off the ceiling
Pour up a four
Livin’ a rockstar lifestyle
Beetles, Guns N’ Roses, Rolling Stones
Mike Jack, let these hollows feel ’em
N***as almost took my soul
I can’t let these n***as kill me
People say I’m valuable
And I’m back in the city
I’m back in my city, and where it get gritty
Keepin’ it wit’ me
Movin’ so filthy
Dodgin’ the guilty, dodgin’ the guilty, uh
I’m livin’ more wealthy, not really healthy
They lookin’ for me, they couldn’t get me
She in the scene, now we’re in the telly
I’m back in the city
I’m back in the city, and where it get gritty
Keepin’ it wit’ me
Movin’ so filthy
Dodgin’ the guilty, uh
I’m livin’ more wealthy, not really healthy
They lookin’ for me, they couldn’t get me
She in the scene, now we’re in the telly
Back in the city
Roads so deadly
Every lil’ n***a wanna shoot now
I’m ’bout my fetty
I’m always on the move now
These n***as so petty
Made this song to get more clout
And you can’t get me
My drop, you wouldn’t find out
I stay with plenty, like golly, we got more rounds
I’m seeing mountains, thirty-six hours on the Greyhound
I was just a baby surrounded by them gun sounds
She was runnin’ her mouth, I put her on a timeout
Fly now, when I land, they’ll find out
Fat plates, Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse
Cash out, no handouts, ShamWow
The man now
You want a verse? You gettin’ taxed now
I’m back in my city, and where it get gritty
Keepin’ it wit’ me
Movin’ so filthy
Dodgin’ the guilty, dodgin’ the guilty, uh
I’m livin’ more wealthy, not really healthy
They lookin’ for me, they couldn’t get me
She in the scene, now we’re in the telly
I’m back in the city
I’m back in my city, and where it get gritty
Keepin’ it wit’ me
Movin’ so filthy
Dodgin’ the guilty, uh
I’m livin’ more wealthy, not really healthy
They lookin’ for me, they couldn’t get me
She in the scene, now we’re in the telly
Back in the city
Now we’re in the telly
I’m back in my city
Where it get gritty
Keepin’ it wit me
Movin’ so filthy
Dodgin’ the guilty
Dodgin’ the guilty Uh
I’m livin’ my wealthy
Not really healthy
They lookin’ for me
They couldn’t get me
She in the scene
Now we’re in the telly
Back in the city
Now we’re in the telly
I’m back in my city
Where it get gritty
Keepin’ it wit me
Movin’ so filthy
Dodgin’ the guilty
Dodgin’ the guilty Uh
I’m livin’ my wealthy
Not really healthy
They lookin’ for me
They couldn’t get me
She in the scene
Now we’re in the telly
I’m back in the city
Now we’re in the telly
I’m back in my city
Where it get gritty
Keepin’ it wit me
Movin’ so filthy
Dodgin’ the guilty
Dodgin’ the guilty Uh
N***a
I’m back in my city
I’m livin’ my wealthy
Not really healthy
They lookin’ for me
They couldn’t get me
She in the scene
Now we’re in the telly
I’m back in the city
Now we’re in the telly
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