Welcome Home (Interlude)

The Streets are nasty
Grimy
Filthy
I don't trust no one in this city
I don't trust no one in this city
I know the fakes gon' say that they feel me

But you is part of that
Nasty grimy filthy
Glorified mayors of the city
I know that the real ones they are with me
We don't trust no one in the city

fish him of crowds where Bad bitches surround him
Just saw him with his second one, perfect timing
Now you are triggered this encounter just reminded
You how the first one was you best friend

You play pretend well in the city
He is with you no he is with me
Handle business in your absence
Smile in your face no ounce of pity

I call you pretty
That's the dialogue
Behind your back you back you is an ugly frog
I hate that bitch where he get her from
Only bitter cause you got what I want

White powder residue on your nose
He's out there he chasing hoes
You love him well I suppose you do

This is a tour guide to my city
Guaranteed out there you'll see plenty
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Credits
Writer(s): Sebaga Rabashwa
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