For My City
Yeah, The Wildcard
SeeTwelveRun
Shoutout my nigga L4 Ish, Loyalty4Ever
Shoutout the whole gang, shoutout my baby Symone
(This has been brought to you by Hotline9)
Weed got me higher than a Martian
Fuck 12, they ain't never gonna catch me
They ain't start yet
SeeTwelveRun gonna kill it, I can't stop yet
Green light in the building, stutter step on red carpet
Life is amazing, sometimes it's draining
No umbrella on me, think my drip got a leak
They complain like I'm raining
Azarath-metrion-zinthos I'm Raven
Make your moves yea
Chess or check the news yea huh
Win or lose yea, have faith in what you choose yea
They gone snooze yea, wake up coming soon
Time to alarm em, drop like I'm bombin'
I'm Tony Hawkin', yeah
Yeah, make your moves yea
Chess or check the news yea huh
Win or lose yea, have faith in what you choose yea huh
They gone snooze yea, wake up coming soon
Time to alarm em, drop like Obama
I'm Tony Hawkin', grind for my daddy and mama
Yeah
SeeTwelveRun gone kill it I can't stop
Yeah, huh, yeah, hey
Yeah, aye
SeeTwelveRun gone kill it I can't stop
Yeah, huh
Do this shit all for my city
I think it's a pity when some of these niggas ain't wit me
They missin' out mess up the mission
All of the city divide by divided attention
Can't slow down I speed up break free from the limit
Chillin' I'm lit in a different dimension
No pen no paper, screen taps wit my finger
But if I'm not high then I'll make it up later
I was just up it's like 6 in the morning
Like time after time I was always recording
No time for the hatin' I really don't want it
Don't bring it roun' me I would hate to disown ya
Level up shawty, no games fuck Atari
She Mega my Sega no question about
Talk down it's crazy might catch me a body
I'm Star like the headline you write as a hobby
(Hey!)
Time to wake em up
Early morning know I'm cooking up
Smoking the pack like a fedex truck
Tired of sleeping on sofas I had enough
Gotta get it, yeah I want my pockets stuffed
I want blue hunnids
I don't play wit the money
Since a youngin' I been hungry
Take off your plate, you don't really want it
We live in a city no shop you get clipped
Ain't what you rap about need to quit
Shawty bad and I fuck off the rip
She ain't a waitress she got more than a tip
I buss on her face for giving me lip
Gave me some chip now I gotta dip
Can't ride in that whip if it ain't got no tint
Cause niggas be lurking like you owe them rent
These youngins make the choppa sing like Opera
Ain't the phantom, get your top knocked off
Talking all that shit and I be dripping no
I ain't talking no hot sauce
I'm plugged in just like a socket (Mmm)
Taking off just like a rocket (Mmm)
Hating on a nigga you need to stop it
(Mmm mmm, mmh)
Hold on, hold on
Going on, yeah know I gotta go strong (Mmhmm)
And weed yeah it's so strong
Might choke on it need the alcohol
We didn't have gold bottles, yeah
Now we on full throttle
Promise you don't want no problems
Ballin' like imma starter, yeah
Ballin' yeah like imma starter (Mmm, mmm)
They like that lil nigga right there so heartless
How the fuck did he get so heartless
I know that I'm the target
But like Irving, I gotta keep balling, yeah
Run to the money
Get to the money
Yeah we can just do that next time
SeeTwelveRun
Run to the money, get to the money yeah
SeeTwelveRun
Shoutout my nigga L4 Ish, Loyalty4Ever
Shoutout the whole gang, shoutout my baby Symone
(This has been brought to you by Hotline9)
Weed got me higher than a Martian
Fuck 12, they ain't never gonna catch me
They ain't start yet
SeeTwelveRun gonna kill it, I can't stop yet
Green light in the building, stutter step on red carpet
Life is amazing, sometimes it's draining
No umbrella on me, think my drip got a leak
They complain like I'm raining
Azarath-metrion-zinthos I'm Raven
Make your moves yea
Chess or check the news yea huh
Win or lose yea, have faith in what you choose yea
They gone snooze yea, wake up coming soon
Time to alarm em, drop like I'm bombin'
I'm Tony Hawkin', yeah
Yeah, make your moves yea
Chess or check the news yea huh
Win or lose yea, have faith in what you choose yea huh
They gone snooze yea, wake up coming soon
Time to alarm em, drop like Obama
I'm Tony Hawkin', grind for my daddy and mama
Yeah
SeeTwelveRun gone kill it I can't stop
Yeah, huh, yeah, hey
Yeah, aye
SeeTwelveRun gone kill it I can't stop
Yeah, huh
Do this shit all for my city
I think it's a pity when some of these niggas ain't wit me
They missin' out mess up the mission
All of the city divide by divided attention
Can't slow down I speed up break free from the limit
Chillin' I'm lit in a different dimension
No pen no paper, screen taps wit my finger
But if I'm not high then I'll make it up later
I was just up it's like 6 in the morning
Like time after time I was always recording
No time for the hatin' I really don't want it
Don't bring it roun' me I would hate to disown ya
Level up shawty, no games fuck Atari
She Mega my Sega no question about
Talk down it's crazy might catch me a body
I'm Star like the headline you write as a hobby
(Hey!)
Time to wake em up
Early morning know I'm cooking up
Smoking the pack like a fedex truck
Tired of sleeping on sofas I had enough
Gotta get it, yeah I want my pockets stuffed
I want blue hunnids
I don't play wit the money
Since a youngin' I been hungry
Take off your plate, you don't really want it
We live in a city no shop you get clipped
Ain't what you rap about need to quit
Shawty bad and I fuck off the rip
She ain't a waitress she got more than a tip
I buss on her face for giving me lip
Gave me some chip now I gotta dip
Can't ride in that whip if it ain't got no tint
Cause niggas be lurking like you owe them rent
These youngins make the choppa sing like Opera
Ain't the phantom, get your top knocked off
Talking all that shit and I be dripping no
I ain't talking no hot sauce
I'm plugged in just like a socket (Mmm)
Taking off just like a rocket (Mmm)
Hating on a nigga you need to stop it
(Mmm mmm, mmh)
Hold on, hold on
Going on, yeah know I gotta go strong (Mmhmm)
And weed yeah it's so strong
Might choke on it need the alcohol
We didn't have gold bottles, yeah
Now we on full throttle
Promise you don't want no problems
Ballin' like imma starter, yeah
Ballin' yeah like imma starter (Mmm, mmm)
They like that lil nigga right there so heartless
How the fuck did he get so heartless
I know that I'm the target
But like Irving, I gotta keep balling, yeah
Run to the money
Get to the money
Yeah we can just do that next time
SeeTwelveRun
Run to the money, get to the money yeah
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Writer(s): Juwaan Armstrong
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