Letter to My City
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
Where I'm from it ain't no rules
Used to carry a glock to get me to and from school
If you run up you a fool
I got my shooter on the side he gone bury you
Had a lot of haters doubt me in my face
Now I run it up no looking back chasing cake
Darealo in the cut and u know thats my ace
My angels up in heaven wish I could trade our place
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
Bouncing back tell em brave is my name
No games man I love this shit it ain't for fame
All these pussy niggas use my name u a lame
No game mans gone shoot he got the aim
I promise we gone ride around drop tops
That pussy keep on talking get his top dropped
Niggas know I'm connected like hotspot
Take a hit fadeaway no jumpshot
I done
Stayed away from the streets
Got my bread up 10 toes on my feet
Its a couple Id ride for, they ain't kin to me
If u ever sneak diss snitch just know you enemy
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
Where I'm from it ain't no rules
Used to carry a glock to get me to and from school
If you run up you a fool
I got my shooter on the side he gone bury you
Had a lot of haters doubt me in my face
Now I run it up no looking back chasing cake
Darealo in the cut and u know thats my ace
My angels up in heaven wish I could trade our place
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
Bouncing back tell em brave is my name
No games man I love this shit it ain't for fame
All these pussy niggas use my name u a lame
No game mans gone shoot he got the aim
I promise we gone ride around drop tops
That pussy keep on talking get his top dropped
Niggas know I'm connected like hotspot
Take a hit fadeaway no jumpshot
I done
Stayed away from the streets
Got my bread up 10 toes on my feet
Its a couple Id ride for, they ain't kin to me
If u ever sneak diss snitch just know you enemy
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
A lot of niggas dying
My city too brutal not a night where its quiet
Gotta keep the glizzy I'll be damn if I retire
It ain't too late to put ya mans on a flyer
Fuck all the opps get the cash is what I'm trying
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Writer(s): Zakaria Mahdaoui
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