C7 - City (feat. Brian O'Shea, Kev, Just Kev & Jay Gwin)
C7SHITYeah, been outside, waitin' for a minute
Weather hittin' under forty
Go and get what I gotta get
Gon' take a little gettin' dirty
Young kid on my own two feet
Only speak if you know me
Ain't no turnin' back now
Gotta move fast, gotta hurry
Been out by the way, let me do what I do
Don't ask no favors, shit ain't that cool
Can't waste no time, no blind eye turn on me
Y'all be too lazy
The way that I move, you won't hold me
Piano depressed, it was lowkey
Either witness connections I'm hosting
Or witness protection on your team
Keep on protectin' the light, what you think is bright
Even though you know that it's dim
Boostin' your ego and pride, now watch your demise
Because we all know that I'm him
Pack too loud, you can smell it from the coast now
We outside, no more hidin' from the ghost now
Few spliffs in my head, airin' it out, let's get faded
Only promise is I'ma say "mama, I made it"
Yeah, been outside, waitin' for a minute
Weather hittin' under forty
Go and get what I gotta get
Gon' take a little gettin' dirty
Young kid on my own two feet
Only speak if you know me
Ain't no turnin' back now
Gotta move fast, gotta hurry
Been out by the way, let me do what I do
Don't ask no favors, shit ain't that cool
Can't waste no time, no blind eye turn on me
Y'all be too lazy
Love gettin' money, she hop on like bunny
When I make that Benjamin blue
Ridin' with two of 'em, I know I ruin him
They hangin' out of my roof
I'm way to fluent when it come to music
I'm walkin' out, reppin' the troop
Roll with an army, light up like Atari
We takin' off, rocket ship, shoot
I like to dive in the beat
Open the book, writin' everything comin' to mind
I'm jottin' a bar every week
Need a ticket to ball out with the fleet
I need it, I need it, I need it, I need it
They bleedin', they bleedin', they bleedin', they bleedin'
They'll end up playin' all our shit in their region
And they wanna get a lil' feature from me
Fuck the hook, I'm 'bout to cook
I'll take a pawn and turn him to a rook
How I'm walkin' around, I got all of them shook
I'm readin' them all, yeah, they all like a book
They gonna tip-toe when around me
They don't like how I'm cheatin' the game
I'm gonna get gold, they gon' crown me
Even don't have to mention my name, yeah
We paid, 'bout to run it back like replay, okay, huh
He fade, I don't wanna hear that cliche, okay, huh
I roll up a pack and share with the gang
Go look at my neck, I deck out the chain
Don't get mad at me, you're the one to blame
No fuckin' with me, bitch
Written by:
Billy Adams, Brian Roberts, James Guinn, Kevin Wright
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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