Tywan Bell & MadeInTaiwon - R.I.M.C (Sequence 2) (Radio Edit)

Flesh wounds and I'm still sweating
So no more holding back or half stepping
I'm not aggressive with a Smith & Wesson
I gotta keep it on my person use it for protection

I'm steady watching everyone seen in my sight
'Cause people dying over beef, so unfortunate
The hate is really high inside my city
So stay ready so you don't have to get ready

I done seen the drive-bys, and I seen the bullets fly
They don't do it for the gram, like them internet thugs
They is out here for the blood, shell cases on the road
I don't like to see the violence, I was never in the streets

I know people who was in it while I'm on the sideline
When it's time to make a play, they was at ya goal line
Serving up the hot batches like it's Krispy Kreme
Ain't no love inside the streets, what they serving isn't sweet

Better go and take seat, go and find a shady spot
While they start to gentrify, starting from the inside
The epicenter isn't epic, man, that shit was really live
But the rich is taking over, better watch the chess board

Reality In My City, this is more than civil war
They are many steps aheads, but you would never know
While you busy scrolling on the gram following the trends
They is out here raising rent, interest rates are through the roof

On a house you can't afford unless you make a good amount
Better go and get some land, take it to the outskirts
But you rather just flex for some broads in a section
Clubbing every single weekend, you not tryna save a check

But it's yolo, go and get some vv's put it on ya neck
Drop a 1000 on watch, go and rent that corvette
You wanna be a big baller for the night, go ahead
While you stunting for some broads, I'ma build some assets

Look at me, look at them, for the women they are pressed
Get extorted for a check, brothers tricking for the pussy
All she really want is money, she don't care about respect
And I'm turning down the sex, on my soul I'm not pressed

If she only offers sex, go and start a only fans
I'm not judging, do ya thang, tell the streets I sent you over
So @ me on it, like it was a twitter mention
And how I live it is the way I wanna live it

So call me lame, say whatever, I don't care dawg
'Cause I'm onto bigger things like stacking up the pesos
That parmesan that queso, that guapo to the yen
When it come I lay low, I keep that fire, Fuego

But with nothing more
Reality In My City, this is Charlotte dawg
Reality In My City, this is Charlotte dawg
Ighttttt, you can cut my mic

Written by:
Tywan Bell

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