City on My Back
My pockets packed with green Bae, they watching me, no screenplay
Smoking way too loud, I could give a fuck what he say
Them people hit my phone and drop the bomb on me like D-Day
I get in the booth and chew the beat just like some chi clay
I'm done with these niggas just like the roaches in my ass
Travelling stuck in a motion just tryna get this shit the fast way
I been on the green all day like I shop for Callaway
Got shorties serving drinks with they titties out at the cabaret
That ain't really had shit to do with this, I just had to say
Pockets getting stronger like they got hit with some gamma rays
Gotta stay protected, niggas spin just like the microwave
And spitting on the microphone
I can't trust these niggas cause they'll cumble like some styrofoam
I go super dummy like I got an extra chromosome
I got hercules cologne, smoking gas, aroma strong
Life is good, I ain't got no problem
All I do is get high, stack this paper up and make my songs
Focused on the fucking cash, got stressed so I took a drag
Roll the pack of zig zags, get high till I'm jet lag
Microphone the punching bag, got no time to lollygag
She treat me like a lollipop
Got so much bullshit up on my mind, find it hard to talk
Got my whole city up on my back, it's kinda hard to walk
Speed on it
Smoking way too loud, I could give a fuck what he say
Them people hit my phone and drop the bomb on me like D-Day
I get in the booth and chew the beat just like some chi clay
I'm done with these niggas just like the roaches in my ass
Travelling stuck in a motion just tryna get this shit the fast way
I been on the green all day like I shop for Callaway
Got shorties serving drinks with they titties out at the cabaret
That ain't really had shit to do with this, I just had to say
Pockets getting stronger like they got hit with some gamma rays
Gotta stay protected, niggas spin just like the microwave
And spitting on the microphone
I can't trust these niggas cause they'll cumble like some styrofoam
I go super dummy like I got an extra chromosome
I got hercules cologne, smoking gas, aroma strong
Life is good, I ain't got no problem
All I do is get high, stack this paper up and make my songs
Focused on the fucking cash, got stressed so I took a drag
Roll the pack of zig zags, get high till I'm jet lag
Microphone the punching bag, got no time to lollygag
She treat me like a lollipop
Got so much bullshit up on my mind, find it hard to talk
Got my whole city up on my back, it's kinda hard to walk
Speed on it
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Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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