empty store fronts or the coldest fucking winters. Held hostage by this town of shit, abandon buildings and dead end roads. Depressed and down its held deep inside. This city
, you can't tell a nigga shit) Made it to a G but ain't no love in my city Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty Niggas wanna reel me in
nine milli One floor shine silly, spun city, one verse hit milly Little girls spinnin' curls, three sixty Livin' in in a world shitty Yo, they spun young earth, now shitty
Revelation manifacture eat senses all city All compositive battle turn logic pretty All the hard edge tomorrow brings heads or home up in me come get me I'm for this shitty
Revelation manifacture eat senses or the city Or compositive battle turn logic pretty All the hard edge tomorrow brings heads or home up in me come get me I'm for this shitty
silly Spun city one verbs hit milly Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty Livin' in in a world shitty Yo they spun young earth, now shitty And while
a nigga shit [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Made it to a G, but ain't no love in my city Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty Niggas wanna reel
