A-Rob - The Burg (feat. D-Wett, Dwight Lep & LethalNeedle)

I’m home
How could I think I wouldn’t miss this place
Hope everybody’s doing alright
Seven seventeen shit
Another wake and bake for a day at the good old Hanna
Pack a bag for a weekend of parties at Paul's Nana’s
Back when Lil Weezy had duck tape and rope to leave you missing like the fucking Obannons
I had one hand on my money, probably barely 20 in my pocket
Outfit too baggy looking funny when I rock it
Dreams were so sweet, to make it from State Street
By the capital building to somewhere sunny in the tropics
In the city where the unknown remain unknown
Can't party downtown without a blade or gun shown
Confused troublesome kids we all wanted to leave
Some of us did only to learn we still love home
From the shock rock spot painted RIP Zach
To JDRiZZ and Paul’s crib with the pool in the back
Long UD drive reminding me of when Sky was still alive
I never thought it’d feel this good to be back
In the burg
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give you this feeling
Uh uh uh uh uh
In the burg where we’re trying
Killing, dying just to make a living huh, huh
I said I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give you this feeling
Uh uh uh uh uh
In the burg where we’re trying
Killing, dying just to make a living huh
I ain't really messing round these days
Been on some gutta shit
Worried bout my city give a fuck bout the government
My squad still here tryna ball that's the covenant
Cooking up some heat every week get your oven mitts
And now all I need is an agent and a publicist
Make a million bucks knock some things off my bucket list
Watch who you fucking with
I been nice since thirteen
Dodging police, running and ducking shit
Now I'm in my zone bout to blow like a missile do
The Burg on the brink let me be the voice you listen to
Years done passed, and people starting to know me
Passing out my mixtape at Boli's, homie
I just remember the simpleness now it's intricate Used to rap for the love
Now I rap for different interests
But still it's in my heart, I write like an author
Tryna build something for my daughter
In The Burg
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give you this feeling
Uh uh uh uh uh
In the burg where we’re trying
Killing, dying just to make a living huh, huh
I said I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give you this feeling
Uh uh uh uh uh
In the burg where we’re trying
Killing, dying just to make a living huh
I remember trying to sneak into the Dragonfly
Now they calling me that rapper guy
She don't even smoke, but when she near me she be acting high
Catch a contact just from passing by
Homie that’s the vibe
I be downtown but i'm good in every neighborhood
Pushing by you while I face a wood
Every now and then I wish a hater would (I wish you would)
So I could beat you with my skateboard 'til I break the wood, uh
One time for my birthplace (Harrisburg)
Two times for the U, what it do yeah
Three times for the Southside
This is for the ones that's really outside
I was at the fry tryna cop an eighthy and an empanada
This is way before we had enough for Benihanna
It was me and Josh tryna duck the red Impala
At my mommas tryna plot a way for us to get a dollar in The Burg
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give you this feeling
Uh uh uh uh uh
In the burg where we’re trying
Killing, dying just to make a living huh, huh
I said I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give you this feeling
Uh uh uh uh uh
In the burg where we’re trying
Killing, dying just to make a living huh

Written by:
Ameen Rahman, Dwight Lep, Dylan Wetten

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