City on Lock (feat. Nas)

I'm in (I'm in)

Damn, this what it come to?

Think I’ve been in a maze

Fifteen minutes of fame

I'll put **** on game

Livin' up to my name

Barrel into ya mouth

I'm knockin' brains out

‘Fore I switch up the style

I kick a bitch out

Suit up then boot up or rule up, I'm too much

Enough's not enough when you came up from the mud

I ain't believe in you ****, I'm a real big tipper

My diamonds on glitter, I'm just with real ****

I mean, real **** ain't even gotta say they real

Throw a hundred in the tank, up my sleeve got a ace

I done found another way

Whether we back to back in Hondas or the rose

I'm rootin' for my ****, 'cause we chosen

****, we chosen

Money we holdin'

Ice stay frozen

Your bitch open

Got the city on lock now

Got the city on lock

Got the city on lockdown

Nobody move a muscle

**** we true to the hustle

Got the city on lock

Got the city on lockdown

See, my mama told me

"Don't let these girls get you in trouble"

Blood, sweat, tears to the struggle

Spanish house brown stuck-on, pilots tucked

Monte Carlo, switch it up

Rally stripes kitted up

Flyin' down 48th

We just tryin' to live it up

The difference was

I played my part, but I never played myself, so women give it up

That's 'cause the kids rappin' now, not as skilled as us

I'm prayin' that they raise their game up

I'm talkin' to everybody, no one in particular

Come around my way, you could sit with us

Black-owned stores, sage, and cinema

Credit card purchases, the minimum

New raw denim, uh, see, I know what the mission was

**** we chosen

Money we holdin'

Ice stay frozen

Your bitch open

Got the city on lock now, yeah

Got the city on lock, yeah

Got the city on lockdown

Nobody move a muscle

****, we true to the hustle, yeah

Got the city on lock, lock

Got the city on lockdown

They wanted to stop

We come out on top

The oven on hot

City on lock, we not with the talk, we hit up your spot

The ain't the shit for the radio party in the Hills

Look at the ratio, Louis shades on but I ain't shady though

Came back in this bitch with a crazy flow

I wanna make a toast

To the real ones when the bill come

We pull out platinum

I need the black one

So, run me my back end

And as far as rapping goes

I'ma have to vote for the kid

In the Dodger fitted, just off style alone

I believe in you, ****

But I'm still that ****

And my diamonds on glitter

And my jab much quicker

My momma told me

"Son, stick to your hustle, stay close to people that love you"

I got the shit off the muscle

Nas, Hitboy, Dom Kennedy, yeah

Got the city on lock

City on lock

Half-a-mil

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