City of the Gods (feat. A.G.)

Can't forget who you are 'cause the world won't

And she wanna do things that my girl don't

See, nothing is original, everything is cloned

I'm a mix of everything I ever known

Everybody has a book even though it's not written

Read into your pages, will a story be twisted

Victor or the victim, hero or the villain

Foolish or he show a lil' wisdom, listen

Gliding on the track, you know, the usual

We be killing your style, this the funeral

Old heads talking 'bout what they used to do

Shit, old head, I refuse to lose

Forrest to Patterson, Bronx ****, yeah

One of the reasons why we still here

And they ask me, is it man or machine?

I tell 'em, it's the man, it's the man

I am, we are

All time leaders like Jabbar

Keep serving these beats, keep feeding these bars

Hurting these dudes, keep leaving these scars

City of the Gods

City of the Gods

This the City of the Gods

City of the Gods

This the City of the Gods

Yeah, we going strong

Another day, another song

Another year I belong, we perform

Become a king from a pawn

Runaway slave the day I was born

Up around dawn, berries in the sun

Make wine when it's gone, once again in the morn'

So much green grass shorty think I mowed the lawn

Put it in a bong, Tommy Chong

Take a black or a brown or a blonde

Show and A.G. add strength to our bond

Hope you get offended, I can't wait till you respond

Underground king, two sharks in a pond

No respect, ****, tell me how my back look

Chicks on my laptop, no wonder it's a MacBook

Talking 'bout she all mine

Knock it off, you met that bitch online

Chatting with these cats at the same time

Love is blind, but that ain't love, you just blind

You play the corner, we in the sky

First class, window seat and I'm high

Not high off the weed, still can't believe

That my dream is so real I can fly

And I crash open mics, might stay overnight

Flow tight, teach 'em how to hold a mic

Got a office in the booth

And I love to go to work, you hear the proof

You got a office in the booth

And I love to go to work, you hear the proof

Got a office in the booth

And I love to go to work, you hear the proof

You got a office in the booth

And I love to go to work, you hear the proof

All men die, legends keep living, confidence to the ceiling

The couple on the next floor feel what I'm feeling

Heads that saw what we see or heard what we hearing

They keep us in they ear like earrings

Two of the few still caring

They love us when we make an appearance

Rules are for dudes born to follow

Good plan today beats a great one tomorrow

Madison Square or the Apollo

First Ave, Minnesota with my homie Pablo

We don't have to be related to relate

I take substance over sexy any day

But you gotta be on point for us to mate

And we gotta be first, baby, digging in the crates

Digging in the crates

Digging in the crates