The Khidd - B-Town Baby

Everything's for real
I just wanna chill
Everything's for real
I just wanna—
(B-Town)
B-Town Baby
I was raised like a true man
Take the hats to my brothers
In the field
In the juke jam
Keep the grass low for my niggas playing sports
But watch out for the spiders
Making webs on your court
I got love for my city
Coming straight from the heart
But don't come down to Scurry
When it's bound to get dark (Uh)
When it's bound to get dark
(Yeah, what I'm saying? Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, like)
Let me turn it up two notches
So you know it's right
Granddad taught me keep a belt on
Don't get out of line
Always spoke a true word
Like a poet
Be yourself or be by yourself
You'll be done before you know it
Working on myself
Became a master
Used to wake up, go outside
Stand in the cold on Bassler
Now I wake up and get the bread
Baguette master
And you niggas recipes for disaster
(Fuck, fuck,fuck)
Fuck the narrative
Fuck what you think
Even in December
Got a May bank
I said what I said
I know you heard the man
(I'm, I'm)
I'm the coldest nigga born on a Thursday man
(Lost, lost)
Lost a lot of friends
A lot of souls are gone
Took my nigga life
Right at the corner store
Jay can never Z
He gotta watch the throne
Khidd can never crack
His mind is hard as stone
(Angie)
I realize that life goes on
(Without or with you)
Everyday feel the same
(I'm there with you)
But when it's time to come home
(It's mad issues)
But the wind will blow it over
(Ain't no need for tissues)
'Cause I just played some good shit on the aux
While we riding down to Bronx
Pops gon' cut yo ass in Tonk
Niggas gon' slide like bald tires
And they gon'
*pew pew*
Just like a geyser
Straight from English down to Kaiser
Might surprise ya
I'm a, I'm a—
B-Town Baby
I was raised like a true man
Take the hats to my brothers
In the field
In the juke jam
Keep the grass low for my niggas playing sports
But watch out for the spiders
Making webs on your court
I got love for my city
Coming straight from the heart
But don't come down to Scurry
When it's bound to get dark (Uh)
When it's bound to get dark
(Yeah, what I'm saying? Yeah)
(Yeah, Uh, Yeah)
B-Town bitch
I'm from the Metro
Riding through your ghetto
Rapping on these instrumentals
(Yeah)
I'm that nigga known to keep the city alive
All the way from 48
To 555
Aye, my nigga?
Where you from?
Do you wanna get busy?
Soda City
Don't you shake too hard
It will get fizzy, yeah
Soda City
Don't you shake too hard
It will get fizzy, yeah
Soda City
Don't you shake too hard
It will get fizzy, yeah

Written by:
J. Butler

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