CITY LIT

You know every time I drop, I keep the city lit
Spittin' flame and smokin' mics, treat it like cigarette
Burn it down, riot til my niggas rich
Done with silliness, pop you like a wheelie quick

Fully loaded, full extent
Dead body, leave a stench
Niggas tryna penny pinch and you put your two cents in it
Move, move get out the way
Ain't got time for deep conversations
Chase the bag for the love of it, my heart is racin'
Bully ball
Hoodie Melo when playin' underdog
Shootin' for the stars and if son involved, we done 'em off
You better off writin' wills than tryna write me off
Not even if slightly dog
Better use your Nikes dog
Been the man
Spend a band, quicker than ceiling fans
Kill a man thinkin' I'm playin'
We in the field again
No heart
See the bigger picture, it's Mozart
Donuts in Bentley go-carts
Shopping sprees with no cart
Pull up, park and I lean the seat back
Split a wrap and fill it with green, this heat pack
I done had so many dreams I need naps, but
Now I'm up and they still sleep shout P Jack, look
I been on a mission
Like Mormons but I'm Christian
See my soul just need a cleansing
Wash my sins and then I rinse it
And like Jesus, boy I've risen
Been living' optimistic, it's no wonder why I'm winnin'
The sky is not the limit
Sky walkin'
Uncle Luke, the vibes walk in
No talkin'
Gettin' loose, they jaws lockin'
Niggas talkin'
Pillow talkin', I move silent
At the top, we play hide and seek but you not it
I ain't worried 'bout a thang
Poppin champagne
Baby say my name
If she got a brain on her I might entertain
I might make rain
But first you catch the flame

You know every time I drop, I keep the city lit
Spittin' flame and smokin' mics, treat it like cigarette
Burn it down, riot til my niggas rich
Done with silliness, pop you like a wheelie quick



Credits
Writer(s): Coby Myles
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